She watched the captain tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. Lives by his wits and gambling. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. Yes; she had heard the music the night before. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. “You should quit.
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