job, solved the crime, but it didn’t end there for Mara. For her, this was only the beginning of the real pain.
“But why couldn’t he be happy here?” she cried from behind her hands. “With me?”
Banks had no answer to that.
He opened the door and late-afternoon sunshine flooded in. At the car, he turned and saw Mara standing in the doorway watching him, arms folded tightly across her chest, head tilted to one side. The sunlight caught the tears in her eyes and made them sparkle like jewels as they trickled down her cheeks.
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All the way home through the wraiths of mist, Banks could hear the damn wind chimes ringing in his ears.
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