A Piece Of Us

shut. One student in the back row flinched as the so

email address "gardeningsupplies123@gmail.com" was created three weeks before to Sarah Patterson's passing. The same account placed an order for indust

h the big windows. Professor Chen's addiction to her French roast permeated e

s I ran my finger over the evidence folder. However, her calendar presents a different picture. Mo

charcoal pencil skirt, and a clean white top. The ideal outfit for a potential prosecut

passing. She purchased tickets for a flight to Venice. I lowered my voice. "Yo

d like a scalpel throug

feet tall, with shoulders wide enough to make the suit jacket appear to be painted on, wearing a flawlessly fitted Armani. H

echoed around the classroom. "Tell me, do you always assum

His jaw was darkened by a five o'clock shadow, the kind of purposefu

ed session," but my voice sounde

or, taking deliberate, quiet steps. "Is it? I believed it was a lesson on human nature." His mouth cu

irtually kicking in. Something informed me that my best friend's purse contain

ciative of my four-inch he

um watch. Elena Romano, I'm trying to say that you can be surprised by people. On Thursday, they can attend cookery classes, and on Friday, they can meet with loan sha

s enough silence in the room to hear

w do

mother had twelve years ago wasn't as unintentional as the police report said. Or how there are precisely twenty-seven days remaining in the operati

Professor Chen broke on the g

e checked his watch with elegant precision-"twenty-eight minutes. She will be dressed more appropriately for a five-star restaurant when

yes. In the nooks and crannies of my father's eatery, there were already men like him. They left big tips, chatted gently, and arrived late

have din

as fluid as a magician's trick, he took a business card out of his breast pocket. The podium was gently tickled by the thick cr

ted cologne, maybe more expensive than my textbooks. He left a trail of footsteps behind. Only th

braille: "Marcus Russo, Chief Executive Officer, Russo International Holdings." Below that was a

old of my arm. "The FBI o

roat. "FBI? Have you noticed that wa

ture in the window again. My mother's dark hair color. The same obstinate chin. Twelve years ago, when she r

ty-six minut

minutes to s

wenty-six minutes until I sa

siness card blazed