Lord & Lady Hetheridge Book 1
Copyright 2011 Emma Jameson
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Cover Artist: J. David Peterson
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Anthony Hetheridge, ninth Baron of Wellegrave, chief superintendent for New Scotland Yard, never married, no children, no pets, no hobbies, and not even an interesting vice, would turn sixty in three weeks. With the exception of his chosen career, his life had largely gone as predicted, without foolishness or significant errors. He had conducted himself with honor, and had even begun to think of himself as one who “held up well” over the years. Growing old did not torment Hetheridge; it was simply part of the graceful arc of his existence. His twenties had been the time for exploration and a thirst for learning; his thirties, for honing his strengths and accepting his weaknesses; his forties, for the cool, self-centered joy only true professional mastery could bring. His sixties would be the natural time of decline—withdrawal into memories, the descending curtain, the snuffed lights. One night, over a gin and tonic, it occurred to him there were dozens of ways to bring down the curtain himself, on his own terms. It was only fleeting, but idea’s hollow cowardice startled him. Rarely these days did anything escape his control, even an errant thought.