The Abyss of the Metzger Murders

There was the light feeling of Eleanor's slender fingers brushing over the skin on her arm, almost as if a ghost were touching her, and than it was gone. Her eyes flickered back up to meet the judge's after briefly glancing over the will placed in front of her. "I've never seen such a paper written in my life, much less by father. I never knew he was the type of man to write them."