(From the publisher):
She looked like every small boy's dream of recess, this golden goddess who said she was a schoolteacher.
I wanted desperately to kiss her, only there was a dead man at our feet.
We were in my hotel room in Baltimore, and the longer I looked at the dead man on the rug, the more I wanted to run like hell. He had been shot with my gun.
Run we did, and Anne, the beautiful, golden stranger, ran with me.
It was a wild flight, in a dark that was punctuated by death; it was a night that lasted a thousand years.
Then suddenly it came to me that this enchanting nymph who could give me cuch love could also be my executioner.
Original title: The Golden Frame
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense