tailieunhanh - Killing The Shadows

Chapter 1 Dr. Fiona Cameron stood on the very lip of Stanage Edge and leaned forward into the wind. The only kind of sudden death she might have to contemplate here would be her own, and then only if she was more careless than she thought she could manage. But just supposing for a moment she lost concentration on the wet millstone grit, she'd plunge down thirty or forty helterskelter feet, her body bouncing like a plastic doll on the jutting blocks of rock, bones and skin broken and violated. She'd end up looking like a victim. No way, Fiona thought,. | Killing The Shadows Val McDermid Killing The Shadows Author Vai McDermid Category Thriller Website http Date 23-October-2012 Page 1 293 http Killing The Shadows Val McDermid Chapter 1 Dr. Fiona Cameron stood on the very lip of Stanage Edge and leaned forward into the wind. The only kind of sudden death she might have to contemplate here would be her own and then only if she was more careless than she thought she could manage. But just supposing for a moment she lost concentration on the wet millstone grit she d plunge down thirty or forty helter-skelter feet her body bouncing like a plastic doll on the jutting blocks of rock bones and skin broken and violated. She d end up looking like a victim. No way Fiona thought letting the wind push her back from the edge just far enough to take the danger out of her position. Not here of all places. This was the place of pilgrimage the place where she came to remind herself of all the reasons why she was who she was. Always alone she returned here three or four times a year whenever the need grew in her to touch the face of her memories. The company of another living breathing human would be impossible to bear up on this bleak stretch of moorland. There was only room for the two of them Fiona and her ghost that other half of herself who only ever walked beside her on these moors. It was strange she thought. There were so many other places where she d spent far more time with Lesley. But everywhere else was somehow marred by the consciousness of other voices other lives. Here though she could sense Lesley without interference. She could see her face open in laughter or closed in concentration as she negotiated a tricky scramble. She could hear her voice earnest with confidences or loud with the excitement of achievement. She almost believed she could smell the faint musk of her skin as they huddled together over a picnic. Here more than anywhere Fiona recognized the light she had lost from her life. .