Never on Kingsley Drive had such intrigue unfurled so quietly. It was as if a trance had captured the street.
Caroline left the apartment building pulling what Nick recognized as the Cypriot detective’s luggage. A backpack was slung over her left shoulder. She loaded both into Nick’s trunk.
“A laptop and at least two cellphones. His daughter has assembled a small armory in her spare bedroom. I left all the weapons but borrowed her Richard Diebenkorn book. It’s still in the bag from Book Soup.”
