The Black Angel (Charlie Parker Series #5)

The woman stepped carefully from the Greyhound bus, her right hand holding firmly on to the bar as she eased herself down. A relieved sigh escaped from her lips once both feet were on level ground, the relief that she always felt when a simple task was negotiated without incident. She was not old -- she was barely into her fifties -- but she looked, and felt, much older. She had endured a great deal, and accumulated sorrows had intensified the predations of the years. …