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changes. So long as he saw a way to profit from it, Mal

was all over it, whateveritmight be.

Mal opened his mouth. Closed it.

“What?” Dagan asked.

“Bro, Osiris is bound to try and screw you.”

“Thanks for the insight. You have some brilliant

suggestion on how to avoid it?”

“Nah.” He flashed a grin. “Just be alert when he tells

you to drop your pants.”

With a laugh, he turned and sauntered away. After a

dozen steps, he lifted a hand and tossed a casual wave

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without looking back. Then, in a parting gesture, he

extended his middle finger, a low chuckle drifting

behind him as he was swallowed by distance and darkness.

For some reason, the nearly universal symbol made

Dagan think of the girl. It was something she’d do, flip

him the bird.

She’d been on his mind incessantly since he’d left the

serial killer’s lair. Made sense, since he’d spent the past

few days trying to find out something about her, and

about the pendant. Name. Address. E-mail addy. Anything.

He’d come up empty.

But that didn’t stop her from invading his thoughts.

Nothing new. Over the years, she’d had a habit of doing

that—when he let her, which wasn’t often. But not an

hour ago, he’d let her. He’d been in the shower, hot

water beating on his back, his hand fisted around his

cock. And she’d been right there with him, dark hair

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