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Wild Fire (Shetland, #8) Wild Fire by Ann Cleeves
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“she thought envy was the most destructive of emotions. It ate away at your guts and your brain and it stopped you thinking straight. Envy and jealousy.”
Ann Cleeves, Wild Fire
“Willow wondered if it caused resentment: these confident, educated incomers, buying up the nice houses, subtly changing the character of the place. She’d always thought Shetlanders were certain enough of their own culture, hospitable enough, not to mind too much, but now she wasn’t so sure. Wouldn’t it feel like an invasion? She left her bag where it was and wandered down. The baby was sitting in a bouncy chair. He was soft-skinned and content, with downy hair and serious eyes. Willow had seen him the day of his birth and had been so jealous of Rosie that for the first time she’d understood how women could steal newborns from a hospital ward. ‘What did you decide to call him in the end?’ ‘Michael,’ John said. ‘We thought he looked like a Michael.’ Willow drank tea and listened to the couple chat. They offered her a meal, but she made do with a bannock and a slice of cheese and some home-made ginger biscuits. Soon she’d had enough of their company. She said she’d go up to her room; there was no need for them to show her, if it was the same as last time. It was jealousy again that sent her away. She knew that even if Perez had welcomed the news of her pregnancy, they would never have this sort of relationship: tender, calm, unflustered. There would always be something to come between them. Work, or Cassie, or Fran Hunter’s ghost. Her child would never live up to Cassie, in Perez’s mind, and she would never live up to Fran. In the room, she wondered if she should call Perez to find out how the interview with Magnie Riddell had gone. On any previous investigation she would have done that, or she’d have gone round to see him late in the”
Ann Cleeves, Wild Fire
“Not when Martha was there. She was always”
Ann Cleeves, Wild Fire