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Portrait of a Murderer: A Christmas Crime Story - Anne Meredith

He could no longer restrain himself; he felt the blood burn and thicken in his veins; like a man making desperate headway against a wind that deprives him of sight, breath, and speech, he could not pause to take his bearings. He must rush headlong into debate; his period of control was over. Miles, with a despairing glance at his wife, accepted the position. The instinctive loathing between these two was coming to a head; within the next few moments almost any startling occurrence might take place. A wild battle of wits—and possibly not of wits alone—would be engaged upon, whose story would be gleefully repeated in every village kitchen so long as interest in Gray’s death served the people for gossip.

Ooh, that's tension you can cut with a knife. I love how Meredith wrote this story.

Also, family love on Christmas Day. Fa-la-la-la-la-lah-lah-la-lah...