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son.

“You might have mentioned that to me beforehand,”

Roxy muttered.

“It wasn’t relevant.”

Guess they had different definitions of the word.

“Why would a soul reaper kill one of his own?” Calliope mused.

“Is that relevant?” Roxy didn’t bother to mask her

sarcasm.

“Feeling prickly this evening, Roxy?”

“Very. Which makes this evening different from

every other evening…how?”

Calliope laughed, a smooth, controlled sound, soft

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and warm. No belly laughs for Calliope. “What other

tidbits did Mr. Marin share?”

“He said the Setnakhts are involved.” She gave Calliope a concise description of her evening’s escapades,

including the names and descriptions of the High Reverends whose portraits she’d seen hanging on the

walls of the temple. “They could be the brains. Or the

brawn. Again, good old Frank gave me just enough to

tease but not enough to solve the riddle.”

“He gave you a name and a link to Sutekh’s worshippers. I’d say that’s a bit more than a ‘fuckload—’”

Calliope’s nose wrinkled in distaste for the terminology

“—of nothing. It’s more than we had before.”

“Yeah, but it isn’t enough. I still can’t connect the

dots.”

“Give it time, Roxy. You’re always so impatient.”

Roxy met Calliope’s gaze. “I might not have time.

There was someone else there, outside the Tee Pee Inn.

Someone powerful enough to camouflage their energy

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