A BRISK DECEMBER wind blew the door shut behind Hugo Auchincloss as he stepped into the rare books shop on Hampstead Heath, ducking to avoid the low stone doorway mantle. Gladia, the shop’s owner, waved a cheery hello and rushed to finish a sale before turning her attention to him.
Chapter One MICK CARR WAS having a hell of a time concentrating on the woman sitting across the table in the swank restaurant Sunday night. As Fanta nattered on about some fashion show, his gaze kept drifting upwards to the painting hanging on the wall above her head. It was a swan in flight, its […]