Belle Morte, Beautiful Death, was the creator of Jean-Claude's bloodline. I was afraid the way virgins are supposed to be afraid when white slavers snatch them away. I'd feel better if we went back, I said. I knew what he'd done, and I had a warrant that allowed me enough leeway that I could pretend he was trying to hide his own involvement with the killings.
Richard had nothing to compare it to, what exactly did that mean?I tried to lead up to it, obliquely, my version of subtle. You go home, Anita, and enjoy it. No third chances, because he's already on his second. I came off his mouth screaming, because the urge to do it was almost overwhelming.
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