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1 " HE TURNED AROUND AND LOOKED BACK down the empty church, "
― , Chasing Tomorrow (Tracy Whitney #2)
2 " bolinhos de bacalhau, the delicious codfish fritters cooked on every street corner. The riot of colour that existed everywhere, from the jungle flowers, to the women’s stunning dresses, to the frescoes and stained glass windows of the tiny, baroque Chapel of St Rita, where they now stood. All of it made Gunther Hartog feel young again. Young and alive. ‘What if Pierpont got wise?’ The worry lines deepened on Jeff Stevens’s face. ‘What if…? "
3 " her shoulders like poured molasses. Jeff Stevens had seen her in countless guises over the years –Tracy’s was a fluid, changeable beauty, which accounted for part of her success as a con artist –but he had never seen her look more lovely than she did today. Tracy’s mother used to tell her that she had ‘all the colours of the wind’ in her. Jeff Stevens understood exactly what Doris Whitney had meant. Today Tracy’s eyes, incredible eyes that could change from moss green to dark jade according to her mood, sparkled with happiness, and with "
4 " But he didn’t care. Jeff’s whole body felt warm, as if a glow of contentment and well-being were heating him from within. He had no idea how much time had passed since he was last awake – since the beating – but whatever Cooper had given him felt great. The strange thing was that Jeff felt none of the mental fog usually associated with morphine or other opiate-based painkillers. His body might have been lulled into a false sense of security, but his mind was clear. Perhaps, he wondered, adrenaline was keeping him focused? Very obviously he was still in danger. Other than his hunch about "