Follow the Fool

Four

However much pride Franziska von Karma took in her mental strength and physical endurance, she, like her father, was mortal. And, having not had a proper meal in almost two days, she found that she was rather hungry. Famished, even. Though the American woman had had good intentions, Adrian Andrews’ attempt at cooking ( Read more... )

Follow the Fool

Three

Light. It was light outside… surprisingly and irritatingly bright. Franziska von Karma’s eyes slowly slid open-and then closed tightly against the painful glare that she knew logically was merely the gentle mid-morning sunlight filtering through her curtains but felt so much harsher and…

Her eyes opened wide ( Read more... )

Follow the Fool

One

It had been a week since the phone call. That unexpected phone call that threw a wrench into the gears of Franziska von Karma’s carefully arranged life from a woman she’d never expected to want to talk to her again. A phone call that had interrupted her furious concentration in building yet another ironclad case, thrown her ( Read more... )