Page 35 of Sins of the Heart
Marin had a touch of the supernatural in his blood. She
wondered if he even knew it.
“Where’s the kid, you bag of shit?” she asked, all
polite and nice.
He croaked and clawed at her some more, but she
held him with ease, stronger than any mortal. A side
benefit of what she’d become that long-ago night when
the soul reaper had saved her sorry ass.
“The kid?” Loosening her hold enough that he could
speak, she waited.
“Closet,” he rasped, his eyes showing white as he
darted a glance in that direction.
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Roxy clicked on the lamp, 60 watts of yellowish
light illuminating Frank Marin’s features. He looked
like a weasel. Thinning black hair. Sharp, pointed
nose. Close-set eyes. The left one had three teardrops
tattooed underneath.
“You ever do time in Australia, Frank?” She already
knew the answer. She made a point of researching her
quarry before she hunted.
“Seven years.”
Revulsion surged. For most people, the number of
teardrops represented the number of people they’d murdered. For some it represented loved ones lost. But in
Australian prisons, inmates forcibly tattooed convicted
child molesters. “You get those tattoos in Australia?”
Frank Marin kept his mouth shut.
Which was answer enough. She snagged a set of
cuffs from her belt, looped the chain around the headboard and clamped his wrists. Safety first. She’d be no
