There was no longer any risk in association with her. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. ’ ‘I presume you were not with her in France?’ Kimble stared.
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