By Elizabeth George
Elena Weaver was once a shock to someone assembly her for the 1st time. In her clingy attire and dangling jewelry she exuded a sexuality at odds with the innocence projected by way of the unicorn posters on her partitions. whereas her embittered mom fretted approximately her welfare from her domestic in London, in Cambridge—where Elena was once a pupil at St. Stephen's College—her father and his moment spouse every one had their very own very diversified photograph of the lady. As for Elena, she lived a lifetime of informal and excessive actual and emotional relationships, with ratings to settle and pursuits to achieve--until a person, mendacity in wait alongside the direction she ran each morning, bludgeoned her to death.
Unwilling to show the killing over to the neighborhood police, the college calls in New Scotland backyard. hence, Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley and his companion, Detective Sergeant Barbara Havers, input the rarefied international of Cambridge collage, the place educational robes usually disguise murderous intentions.
For either officials, the genuine id of Elena Weaver proves elusive. every one courting the woman left at the back of casts new gentle either on Elena and on these those who looked as if it would comprehend her best—from an unsavory Swedish-born Shakespearean professor to the brooding head of the Deaf scholars Union.
What's extra, Elena's father, a Cambridge professor into consideration for a prestigious submit, is a guy together with his personal darkish secrets and techniques. whereas his previous sins make him neurotically devoted to Elena and unaware of her blacker part, current demons force him towards betrayal.
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