Undercover (Into Shadow, #5)

by Tamsyn Muir

She pushed the glass toward the Widower. It gleamed next to the brass nameplate. CAROL L. P. WIDDENER.

Lucy and Lesley,’” she quoted. “‘Love endures.’” “Or so I thought—at the time,” said the Widower. “Oh, something endures, but love doesn’t.”

“You’re wondering what type of woman keeps her own wife around as a ghoul. I do. Like I said, I’m not ready to give her up yet . . . I’m not finished with her yet.”

“You were undercover. I’m undercover.” She found herself saying: “It’s a hellish world.” “She was a good cop,” said Lucille—Luce—distantly. “I don’t think she’d have screwed up if she’d been in my shoes. Amy . . . Amy. Good cop . . . good woman. I wished you were Amy . . . hoped you were Amy.”

“Anything for the job, Amy?” said Lucille. She sounded faintly mocking. “I’m not Amy.” “You are what you eat,” said Lucille.

“Oh, cute,” she said. “Very cute.” She turned away from the ghoul. She shaded her eyes against the sun and looked up at the horizon. Were