Accusation/Labour Day/Air Show
My new novel Accusation opens on a hot and humid Labour Day in Toronto in the midst of the air show. I can’t help thinking about that today (humid Labour Day Monday, the window-rattling, heart-seizing Air Show on its way). Here’s the opening to whet your appetite:
She pushed her chair back from the desk as the awful word on the screen entered her, and the name of the man linked to the word.
Mid-afternoon on Labour Day Monday: heat filled the room, the upper floor of her house, the streets of Toronto, the air above them, and more sweat pooled under her arms and at her throat and across her chest, as she stood, trying to calm the blood speeding through her veins. Outside, when she paced to the window, beyond the Norway maple, a car passed and with it the ordinary mystery of strangers going somewhere. The cry of a cicada soared, and out of the stillness, a jet fighter, part of the holiday weekend air show, roared into tumult, shaking the walls and window glass.
Accusation‘s pub date is coming soon: September 17 from Goose Lane Editions.