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基本信息·出版社：Minotaur Books
·页码：304 页
·出版日期：2007年11月
·ISBN：0312371136
·International Standard Book Number：0312371136
·条形码：9780312371135
·EAN：9780312371135
·版本：1st
·装帧：精装
·正文语种：英语
内容简介 When Emma Streat’s megasuccessful CEO husband dies in a hit-and-run accident, she sets out to find his killer. The search plunges the dynamic ex-opera singer into an international high-tech world where a new laser invention may become a global threat. Using her talent for making unlikely connections, Emma becomes involved with an intriguing British peer who works undercover smoking out spies. Then two physicists are murdered and a key notebook stolen. Emma must keep her head while mourning her husband’s death and sustaining threats on her life. Her search spirals into a terrifying development---and a surprising end.
With her debut mystery, Eugenia Lovett West has crafted a thrilling and emotionally packed story. Emma Streat is a strong, appealing heroine, a resourceful woman who is determined to discover what shattered her quiet life, no matter the cost.
作者简介 Eugenia Lovett West was born in Boston. She attended Sarah Lawrence College and worked for Harper’s Bazaar and the American Red Cross. Then came marriage, four children, and volunteer work. She is the author of The Ancestors Cry Out, a historical novel. Eugenia divides her time between Connecticut and New Hampshire.
专业书评 From Publishers WeeklyThis engaging start of a new series, West's first novel since 1979's
The Ancestors Cry Out, introduces former opera star and blueblood Emma Streat. Emma's husband, Lewis, CEO of a defense company, has grown terse and paranoid of late, increasingly concerned with security and refusing to tell Emma what's bothering him. On a trip to London, Emma demands to know what's happening, but Lewis only tells her there's a problem with a new weapons project. Shortly after their return to Connecticut, Lewis dies in a suspicious accident. Emma heads back to London to investigate and soon learns of a second death, then a third. Though attempts are made on her own life, she remains determined to learn who murdered her husband and why. West spins a plausible tale, and flawed, grieving Emma makes an appealing heroine.
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文摘 Chapter 1
There was no warning siren. No message flipping across a TV screen. The stripping down began on one of those perfect June days created for outdoor weddings and graduations. A day for celebrations, not loss.
At noon, my godmother, Caroline Vogt, had arrived for lunch on my terrace overlooking the Connecticut River—a detour on her annual migration from New York to her Newport “cottage.” Caroline was seventy-four. She had been divorced four times. Her voice sounded like a tuba filled with gravel, her tongue was razor sharp, but she was the closest thing I had to a mother and I adored her. She had always called me darling girl and over the years we had worked out a system: She was free to speak her mind. If I didn’t take her advice, no hard feelings. The system hadn’t worked today.
As the black Mercedes disappeared down the drive, I ran upstairs, threw the linen shirt and slacks on the floor, and yanked on ragged work jeans. Picked up my gardening tools and rushed out to work on the herbaceous border I was copying from an English magazine.
“I am not, not, not a clinging mother,” I muttered, plunging the shovel into clumps of hard roots. Caroline had come to hit a nerve and she had succeeded:
“Pay attention, darling girl. You’re forty-seven. You survived losing your singing voice. You’ve done a superb job with those hunks of boys, but now they’re off to college. They’re men. Let them go. You’ve got the money, the time, the energy to move on and do something important. Don’t drag your feet. Do it.”
For more than an hour, I dug and made piles of dirt until my shoulders burned. Finally I straightened and pushed back my hair with a sweaty hand. I should have said, “Give me a break, will you? I work in a soup kitchen. I raise money for the children of 9/11 firefighters and disaster victims. There’s Lewis
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