Books are keys that open many doors.

She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.

It ain't always rocket science, sometimes a door is just a door.

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...

At a hundred and twenty five miles per hour, with the wind rushing in his face, darkness around him, he is alone in the universe, but then, Zeb has been alone all his life.

...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.