Not his real home, his real home, the one he never named any more, was the dark and sooty chamber in his heart that contained his sister and his brother and, because it was an accommodating kind of space, the entire filthy history of the industrial revolution.

Murder and suicide aren't genetic,' Julia said, scoffing sandwiches in the Black Swan in Helmsley after their visit to Rievaulx Terraces. 'Nathan isn't predisposed to tragedy.' Jackson wasn't so sure about that but he kept that thought to himself.

Finding Jackson Brodie at the heart of this melee seemed par for the course, somehow. He was a friend to anarchy.

Jessica was easier, her character already fixed at the age of eight. Loyal, resourceful, confident, annoying. Clever, too clever sometimes. Too clever for her own good, their father said but their mother said, That's impossible. Especially for a girl.

I've always loved mysteries, the something there that you didn't know, and with 'Case Histories' I just decide to make that more up-front.