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- Herausgeber: Joslyn Chase
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Two stories from prize-winning author, Joslyn Chase
Rachmaninoff’s Peasant
In the high-stakes world of Kristelhof Fine Arts Academy, pianist Georgia Findlay plays to win.
The high-tension level of talent, drive, and competition on campus keeps students scrambling for position, but Georgia never misses a quarter of a beat.
Not even the death of her best mentor slows her down.
The story of a cutthroat rivalry and one girl’s break from the life of a peasant in a bid for the golden crown.
What Leads A Man To Murder
One woman, dead by midnight, snuffed out in a gush of blood and water, like the day she came in. Naked in body and soul.
One man, wondering what makes a killer. What twisted workings of fate and character lead one person to steal the life of another?
Neil Anderson starts his day with two things on his lips—
a cup of strong coffee and this question: What leads a man to murder?
Before day’s end, he’ll learn more about it than he ever wanted to know.
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Rachmaninoff's Peasant
& What Leads a Man to Murder
Joslyn Chase
Contents
Setting the Stage
In the high-stakes world of
Kristelhof Fine Arts Academy,
pianist Georgia Findlay plays to win.
A story of cutthroat rivalry
and one girl’s break from the life of a peasant
in a bid for the golden crown.
Rachmaninoff's Peasant
The first scream rose and lingered on a high G sharp before gliding down the chromatic scale to land and sputter out an octave lower. Georgia didn’t flinch. Didn’t miss a quarter of a beat. Scales flowed beneath her fingers with a ticking as regular as any Rolex. The gentle hiss of warm air from the vent made little headway in the frigid cube of a room, yet Georgia’s coat lay tossed aside, her cheeks rosy from the morning’s exercise.
A clatter of footsteps echoed in the cement stairwell. Shouts and more screams. Someone opened the door of her practice room, letting in the smell of coffee and panic. Georgia played on, ignoring the intrusion, heavy into Hanon now. The door slammed shut. Georgia’s fingers never faltered. Focus and discipline—this is how you win piano competitions. Eyes on the prize.
The prize, in this case, was the Gold medal at the Gina Bachauer International Artists Piano Competition, a $30,000 purse, concert engagements, recording contracts. Here on a music scholarship, Georgia had applied four years of intense training and preparation to rising above and leaving behind. The small town mentality, the hillbilly accent, the lingering taste of cabbage and cornbread; she’d left all of it behind. All of it, except for Jake.
Finished with the technical exercises, Georgia began her Baroque study, a Bach Prelude and Fugue. She mentally threw Jake against the wall and concentrated on fingering an intricate trill, digging into the second hour of her morning practice.
Much later, as the final chords of Rachmaninoff soaked into the gray-padded walls, Georgia tossed her books into a satchel, shrugged into her coat, and stepped into the hallway.
Into chaos.
Yellow crime scene tape cordoned off Professor Renault’s office, one jagged end flapping in listless sympathy, stirred by heedless people rushing by. A girl in a purple poncho slumped against the wall, sobbing softly into a wadded Kleenex. A trio of chairs in the alcove was occupied by a man in uniform, filling out forms on a clipboard as he spoke with two male students.
A hand lightly gripped her shoulder and she turned to look into Matthew’s solemn face.
“What’s happened?” she asked. Matthew, with his job on the Kristelhof Campus Security, would know something about it. Matthew, who’d pursued her with placid determination, would break the news gently, offer his support, finally get a toehold into her life.
“It’s Professor Renault, Georgia. He’s dead.” He led her to a chair, took her bag, patted her hand. “It looks like he’s been murdered.”
Bowing her head, she allowed it to wash over her, the realization that Stefan was dead. Her greatest mentor, her best connection in the music world, her most intuitive teacher. She gripped Matthew’s hand. He squeezed back.
“Georgia, the police will want to speak with you. Wait here a moment, will you?”
Answering their questions, her voice felt small and tinny, like sound forced through faulty speakers. They asked about her movements the night before. Had she noticed anything unusual or seen anyone who didn’t belong in the building? What was her relationship with the Professor? Georgia suffered their prodding; they were looking for Stefan’s killer.
When they finished with her, Matthew appeared again, leading her away, slightly awkward in his officialdom, like a toddler clunking around in daddy’s shoes. Georgia pressed her trembling lips tightly together, smothering a jumble of smiles and sobs, and went to breakfast at the student union.
