sequel to
HER PASSION TO KILL

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If you love the triumph of the human spirit and nonstop action, then you’ll adore G.H. White’s book.

What a great twist! G. H. White is writing about the state of the world and the fall of America. Even if you have not read the previous book you gotta read the second one.

Chapter ONE:

THE MUSIC OF LOSS, FADO

Sitting outside on the small veranda, she did not think of her many murders from her past. Indeed, her pleasure in watching life drain from the living’s eyes.

She would not think of how joyful she had been in causing someone’s death in so many ways.

For now, she had to remain hidden here without killing someone. 

These days she avoided remembering her wasted stalking of a once-powerful senator named Alice.

Instead, she concentrated on the night sky, the smells of smoked fish coming to her on the river breeze. 

Usually, she would have her earbuds in, listening to her piano jazz tunes on her phone. 

But now, Fado music came from the café below. 

Portugal’s fate music was mournful words filled with longing and loss sung by women, beautifully supported by twelve-string guitars and violas.

Since returning to Portugal weeks ago, she had become a fan of its most famous export, Port Wine. 

Janet had finished her meal, Arroz de Polvo, or octopus rice, while sipping the Port, as her taste buds danced from the layers of flavors she ate and drank.

Her Airbnb rental here in Porto, originally a Roman outpost facing the Atlantic Ocean, had been last minute, as most of her rentals had been. 

She did not habitually stay in any location for more than a few nights. 

Though this apartment was better than some, with well-maintained antique furniture and a fantastic river view, she could not afford to stay long in any one location.

She climbed into the bed with the Port wine now gone, which was firmer than she liked.

She knew she could sleep because of the wine. 

She hoped she would not dream, especially of Alice, as she sometimes did.  Alice would steal her sleep just as she had stolen Janet’s last kill.

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