Shadows Kills

ISBN: 9780425092088

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I became a murderer on the Fourth of July. It was a warm???
muggy evening??? and we were out on my roof drinking rum punch
and listening to Napoleon s army retreat through the city of
Boston. The roof-deck was six stories above Storrow Drive???
overlooking the Charles River Esplanade and the Hatch Shell???
where the Pops was in concert. Across the river the Cambridge
skyline was darkening as the sunset dissolved. There was a
block of ice floating in the big glass bowl I d bought for my
little roof party??? and the punch was delicious and cold. Most
of us were mildly drunk by the time the cannons started firing.
An exception??? drinking iced tea??? was Meg. She crouched be-
side my chair??? a warm and slender hand tucked into the crook
of my arm. When the rockets started bursting out over the river???
a pink suffusion of light made her face glow??? as if she were
being illuminated from within. Meg was in love with me. The
implausibility of that may have had something to do with my
getting deep into the punch.