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DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
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Copyright © 2015 by Penguin Random House LLC.
“Wonderment in Death” by J. D. Robb copyright © 2015 by Nora Roberts.
“Alice and the Earl in Wonderland” by Mary Blayney copyright © 2015 by Mary Blayney.
“iLove” by Elaine Fox copyright © 2015 by Elaine Fox.
“A True Heart” by Mary Kay McComas copyright © 2015 by Mary Kay McComas.
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CONTENTS
WONDERMENT IN DEATH
J. D. ROBB
ALICE AND THE EARL IN WONDERLAND
MARY BLAYNEY
ILOVE
ELAINE FOX
A TRUE HEART
MARY KAY MCCOMAS
FALLEN
R. C. RYAN
WONDERMENT IN DEATH
J. D. ROBB
I shall not commit the fashionable stupidity
of regarding everything I cannot explain
as a fraud.
CARL JUNG
We’re all mad here.
LEWIS CARROLL
CHAPTER ONE
The dead were his business.
Over the years, he’d built a tidy fortune—though it was never enough, never quite
He loved his work, reveled in it, and all the bright and shiny things his efforts amassed. But over and above the profit, or at least running through the dollars and euros and pounds, was sheer glee.
A man who didn’t laugh himself sick seven times a day didn’t know how to live.
One of his greatest amusements—and in truth he had so many—but one of his greatest was when the time came around to turn the living into the dead.
That time had come around for Darlene Fitzwilliams, she of the ebony hair and haunted blue eyes. Such a pretty creature. He’d thought so on their first acquaintance, and had thought the same a number of times over the past five months.
He might have kept her longer, as he did love pretty things, but she had committed the greatest sin.
She’d begun to bore him.
She sat now in the cluttered, colorful parlor of his cluttered, colorful house, as she had once every week for four and a half months. She called him Doctor Bright, one of his many names and as false as all the rest.
“Doctor Bright,” she said after sipping the tea he always provided, “I had a terrible argument with my brother this afternoon. It was my fault—I missed an important appointment with the lawyers regarding the estate. I just forgot. I was distracted, knowing I’d be coming here, and I forgot. Marcus was so upset and impatient with me. He doesn’t understand, Doctor Bright. If I could just explain . . .”
Bright lifted his dark, dramatic eyebrows. “What did your father say, dear?”
“He said it wasn’t time.” She leaned forward, all that hope and faith (and how tedious that had become) glowing on her face. “I’m so anxious to talk to him and Mama again.”
“And you will, of course.”
He sipped his tea, smiled at her. “Drink your tea. It will help open you to communications.”
She obeyed, biddable, boring girl.
“It’s hard not to tell him. And Henry.”
