At that exact moment, 6-0-0, the sun climbed over the skyline of oaks, revealing its full summer angry-god self. Its reﬂection ﬂared across the river toward our house, a long, blaring ﬁnger aimed at me through our frail bedroom curtains. Accusing: You have been seen. You will be seen.
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
crime-fiction, mystery, thriller