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[[F.r.e.e D.o.w.n.l.o.a.d R.e.a.d]] Odd Partners: An Anthology PDF[[F.r.e.e D.o.w.n.l.o.a.dR.e.a.d]] OddPartners: AnAnthology PDFDescriptionMystery Writers of America is the premier organization for mystery writers, professionals allied tothe crime-writing field, aspiring crime writers, and those who are devoted to the genre. MWA isdedicated to promoting higher regard for crime writing and recognition and respect for those whowrite within the genre, and it presents the prestigious Edgar Awards to the best mystery and thrillerbooks each year. Anne Perry is the bestselling author of two acclaimed series set in VictorianEngland: the William Monk novels, including Dark Tide Rising and An Echo of Murder, and theCharlotte and Thomas Pitt novels, including Murder on the Serpentine and Treachery at LancasterGate. She is also the author of Twenty-one Days and Triple Jeopardy, the first two novels in anew series featuring Charlotte and Thomas Pittâ€s son, Daniel; as well as a series of five WorldWar I novels, sixteen holiday novels (most recently A Christmas Revelation), and a historicalnovel, The Sheen on the Silk, set in the Ottoman Empire. Anne Perry lives in Los Angeles. Readmore Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. ReconciliationAnne PerryJack hadto find Private Richards before he did something stupid, and irrevocable. Damn the men who hadtormented the new recruit with what they had said was his cowardice. They might have thoughtthey were teasing him, teaching him to stand up for himself, but Richards was barely seventeen. Itwas too soon—only a couple of months ago he had been a school boy! Now he was a soldier inthe Flanders trenches, with a rifle in his hands.Jack rounded the bend in the trench, keeping hishead low. But Richards was nowhere in sight along this stretch. He was not among the men sittingon the duckboards, smoking their Woodbines, reading letters from home, making bad jokes. Theyknew how to hide their fear. Richards didnâ€t, not yet. He was frightened out of his wits,deafened by the noise of gunfire, sick with the smell of death clogging his senses, and above alltrying to do the right thing, trying to belong.Jack Barrick was a veteran; he was twenty-three andhad been here since the beginning, two years ago, at the end of that blazing hot summer of 1914.Home by Christmas, they had said. Over a million casualties later, it looked as if they would behere forever. Some of them really would be, God help them. Buried in the Flanders clay. What isforever when you are seventeen and the average life expectancy is a matter of weeks?But Jackwas not going to lose Richards because some irresponsible idiot had made him think he was acoward and not fit to be one of them.Everything was quiet now, Jerry must be taking a nap!Jackâ€s feet rattled on the duckboards. Think! Where would Richards go? Where would he feelsafe? Double back to the supply trench. Jack went down the connecting trench, still keeping low. A