By Nicola Griffith
A police lieutenant with the elite ''Red Dogs'' till she retired at twenty-nine , Aud Torvigen is a rangy six-footer with eyes the colour of cement and a bent to harm those who get in her method. Born in Norway into the failed marriage among a Scandinavian diplomat and an American businessman, she now makes Atlanta her domestic, luxuriating within the lush warmth and brashness of the hot South. She glides simply among the area of silken splendor and that of sleaze and surprising savagery, both at domestic in either; sensible, lethal, and briefly quiescent, like a folded razor.
On a moist April night among storms, out jogging simply to remain sharp, she turns a nook and collides with a working lady, Catching the odor of unpolluted, rain-soaked hair, Aud nods and silently tells the stranger Today, you're lucky, and strikes on--when in the back of her apartment explodes, incinerating its sole occupant, a popular artwork historian. whilst Aud turns again, the lady is long gone.
But Julia Lyons-Bennet will go back looking Aud's aid and pr
A police lieutenant with the elite ''Red Dogs'' till she retired at twenty-nine , Aud Torvigen is a rangy six-footer with eyes the colour of cement and an inclination to harm those that get in her method. Born in Norway into the failed marriage among a Scandinavian diplomat and an American businessman, she now makes Atlanta her domestic, luxuriating within the lush warmth and brashness of the recent South. She glides simply among the area of silken attractiveness and that of sleaze and surprising savagery, both at domestic in either; practical, lethal, and briefly quiescent, like a folded razor.On a moist April night among storms, out jogging simply to remain sharp, she turns a nook and collides with a working lady, Catching the smell of unpolluted, rain-soaked hair, Aud nods and silently tells the stranger this day, you're fortunate , and strikes on--when in the back of her condominium explodes, incinerating its sole occupant, a popular artwork historian. while Aud turns again, the girl is gone.
But Julia Lyons-Bennet will go back looking Aud's support and pr
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It’s always good to know another banker, so I invited him to the party I give every year to pay off all my social obligations—kills about a hundred birds with one stone. Anyhow, he accepted. During that party—and I remember particularly because we were just about to start serving the food, the blue place / 57 and goose goes cold so fast—he asked to see the painting. It used to hang in the upstairs dressing room, so I told him to take a look but not to be too long if he wanted any of the bird. When he came down, he said he’d like to buy it.
I smiled at Jodie, tucked my hair behind my ears—to show my jaw and the small muscles in my neck—and opened myself to the audience. As I racked the balls I held the last one in my palm, the way you cradle the weight of a breast when your lover moves over you and your breath is searing in and out, in and out. As I leaned over the cue I let the yellow light hanging low over the table slide over the hollows in my wrist, up the long smooth muscle of my bare arms and lose itself in the dip and shadowed curve of collarbone and breasts.
So I looked through it. And I went to the police. They more or less laughed at me. ’ they said. ‘Oh, not Aud! ’ The odd thing was, underneath their bluster, they sounded uncertain, as though they thought you just might have been involved somehow. Then one of the uniformed ones came running to the detective in charge, and he sighed, and he told me he was pretty sure, given the new evidence, that this was a drug killing. I said it wasn’t. ” She shook her head. ” Ah, but we never really know even our best friends.