With the chill of the air comes a shiver, not caused by the cold but instead by the prickling sensation of someone watching. The museum should be empty, as Rhyme has checked many times, but the feeling persists. Then, she sees the familiar silhouette. Core. Or at least, that’s what they all call her. The…

It was on a warm day in late spring that a pickup truck drove up to the back of the restaurant. A man leapt fluidly out of the doorway and down the three stone steps to greet the slow crunching of large tires on gravelly concrete. The driver parked finally and opened the door, stepping…

As far as I could remember, this was the only funeral I had been at in my entire life — my grandmother Rhéa’s funeral, which took place too early in the day for my liking.  It wasn’t a normal funeral, too. That much was obvious. I knew from reading books that most funerals were slow…