Unlock the secrets or lose your life. Join Claire Deveraux as she races against time in the City of Lights, and the stakes couldn't be higher.
Claire Deveraux is no ordinary twenty-three-year-old. Deaf but fiercely independent, she's defied the odds to secure her dream position as a foreign service officer at the U.S. Embassy in Paris. But just when she thinks she's living her fairy tale, her world is turned upside down. A dying woman in a restroom, a whispered secret, and a hidden thumb drive thrust her into a deadly game of cat and mouse.
Those aren't just random items; they're the keys to a fortune stolen in a high-stakes bank robbery. Now, a relentless killer believes Claire is the missing link to recovering the loot. With the clock ticking and a target on her back, Claire must decode the mystery before her pursuer deciphers her life's final chapter.
In a life-or-death puzzle set against the romantic backdrop of Paris, Claire has one choice: solve it or become the next tragic piece. Will she keep her heart beating long enough to reclaim her dream life—or will time run out in the city that never sleeps?
Every Silent Thing is a new novel, released on September 21, 2023. It has one 5-star rating on Amazon and two five-star ratings on Goodreads.
It wasn’t every day Claire Deveraux saw a man enter the women’s restroom. She shivered at the thought. She’d watched him panning the crowd before he pushed through the door marked Dames. Keeping the door in view she lifted her camera to Diana of Versailles, her favorite lady in the Louvre. Either this guy made a mistake and would hurry out all red-faced, or the woman who’d entered just before him was his wife.
A few minutes later, he came out. His face was flushed but he seemed calm, as if emerging from the lady’s restroom was an everyday thing for him. He locked eyes with Claire before she looked away, startled and uneasy. He turned and melted into the crowd.
Claire let a few minutes pass, noting that the woman still hadn’t come out. Curious, she went in and found a woman lying on the tiled floor. A puddle of blood blossomed from under her shoulder.
She saw the woman’s fear when her eyes met Claire’s. She reached her arm up, so Claire squatted next to her. She had what appeared to be a gunshot wound to her chest. Claire grabbed towels from the nearby dispenser, pressing them to the woman’s chest. It didn’t do much. Blood saturated the towels.
The woman’s eyelids fluttered as her mouth formed a word Claire lipread as, “L’homme.” She grabbed the corner of Claire’s jacket, then drew a labored breath. Her lips formed a second word followed by a third, which Claire understood to be “champagne” and “Trois.” She exhaled, then her arm fell to the floor. Her eyes stayed partly open, fixed on a spot far away. Claire pressed her fingers to the woman’s neck, but there was no pulse.
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German
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Petra C. Rieker
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Briant Guzmán
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