LL GEMMA KNEW for sure was that she wanted the job so much she would have murdered to get it.
Well, maybe not killed anyone, but certainly broken a few arms or legs.
She stood beside Mrs. Frazier and stared at the storage room full of dirty old boxes stacked neatly on new wooden shelves, and knew she’d never seen anything so beautiful in her life. “Original sources” screamed in her head. She was looking at containers full of documents that no one had touched in hundreds of years.
Mrs. Frazier, tall and majestic-looking, was gazing down her nose at Gemma and obviously waiting...