” “No. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. “She has always worked very long hours as a real estate agent. ” “I don’t know who you are,” Ennison said quietly, “but you are a thundering liar. ” “I promise,” he answered heartily. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. He had almost forced himself upon her one night after a particularly bloody raid of a thatched cottage.
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