The Autobiography of No-one

Previously

…And he, Detective Thorne, was finally beginning to hear the echo of Nobody. He looked at the feather, then at the Nightingale file. The game, he realized, had just escalated. And he was no longer just investigating a crime; he was stepping onto a stage, a reluctant player in a drama orchestrated by an unseen hand. The mystery of the Nightingale Murders was no longer just a case; it was a doorway. And he was about to step through it. The silence was no longer empty; it was pregnant with possibility, and with a terrifying, exhilarating unknown.