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Zusatztext "A master storyteller." --Tami Hoag "Kay Hooper is a multitalented author whose stories always pack a tremendous punch." --Iris Johansen Informationen zum Autor Kay Hooper Klappentext Mirror! mirror on the wall! who's the deadliest one of all? It's an antique mirror that can reveal secrets...or tarnish the truth. And for struggling artist Laura Sutherland! buying it is only the first step into a dark maze of lies! manipulation—and murder. It brings Peter Kilbourne into her life and makes her the prime suspect in his fatal stabbing. Determined to clear her name—and uncover Peter's reason for wanting the mirror back—Laura will breach the iron gates of the Kilbourne estate. There she will find that each family member has something to hide. Which one of them looks in the mirror and sees the reflection of a killer? And which one will choose Laura to be the next to die? Leseprobe "Did you kill my brother?" he repeated when she remained silent. "No." She shook her head a little, her wide eyes never leaving his. "No, I didn't kill him. I didn't know him." Daniel came into the room slowly, relying on the control built over a lifetime to keep his expression unreadable. He went past her to the compact wet bar between the windows. "Drink?" She shook her head, and Daniel fixed a small Scotch for himself. He wasn't a drinking man, but he needed one now. Turning once again to face her, he moved toward her until he could rest a hand on the back of the couch between them. He sipped his drink, watching her, then said, "Peter went to see you Saturday. So you did know him." "I met him then," she said, steady now. "But I didn't know him. He spent less than fifteen minutes in my apartment, and then he left. That's the only time in my life I've ever seen your brother." "Do you expect me to believe that?" "It's the truth." "Of course, you would say that, wouldn't you?" She drew a little breath, her fingers playing nervously with the strap of her shoulder bag. "You know I bought a mirror at your estate sale Saturday?" He nodded. "Yes. The police asked me to verify that Peter had gone to see you because of the mirror." "You verified it?" "Yes." "Then you know I was a stranger to him." He smiled slightly without amusement. "I know that's the way it appeared." "It's the way it was. He came to see me because he wanted to buy the mirror back. Do you--do you know why?" Daniel looked down at his drink, moving his hand to swirl the ice cubes around in the glass. "No." He's lying. Laura knew it. She didn't know why he was lying, but she knew he was. She watched him lift the glass to his lips, her gaze fastening onto his right hand. He wore a big gold ring with a carved green stone that might have been jade or emerald, and there was something eerily familiar about how he held the glass with only his thumb and two fingers. It was difficult for her to think clearly; she was still shaken and bewildered by the instant physical attraction she had felt to him. She had never been a woman who reacted to men quickly, cautious in that as she was in no other area of her life, and she wasn't quite sure how to cope with what she felt. He was a stranger, and a man moreover who thought her at least capable of being a killer, yet she couldn't take her eyes off him, and all her senses had opened up so intensely that she felt nakedly unprotected. Daniel lacked Peter's beauty, but his harsh features were compelling in a sensual way that made the younger brother seem almost absurdly boyish in retrospect. Daniel's big, powerful body moved with uncanny grace, with the ease of muscles under absolute and unthinking control, and his very size and strength spoke of command, of natural forces just barel...
