The Fourth Angel
Chapter One
It was the eerie insistence of the sound that first caught the young woman's attention. A shrill bleat, remote yet
unremitting, began when she turned on the ladies' room faucet. It reverberated through the drain and up the white-tiled
walls, a haunting counterpoint to the party chatter and samba rhythms wafting in from the magazine's sixth-floor lobby.
Air in the water pipes, the woman told herself. Old New York buildings have a lot of strange noises.
She bent over the sink and splashed cold water along the caramel contours of her face, trying to stave off another bout
of morning sickness-a misnomer, she decided, given that it was already eleven on a Monday night. An amulet jingled from
a silver-plated chain around her neck, three rose-colored quartz crystals in a filigree cage. A gift from her father
when she was a little g ... read full excerpt from Fourth Angel, The ebook
