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Neatly dressed. Mouse-brown hair slicked down to

one side. The kind of guy you’d pass on the street and

not even notice.

He was boring beige on the outside, monster on the

inside. Perfect for Dagan’s purposes.

They watched each other in silence for an instant, a

flicker of annoyance registering on the killer’s face.

“Hello, Joe.”

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“You know my name. You have me at a disadvantage.”

Dagan grinned. “You have no idea.”

The guy looked relaxed, calm. Dagan wasn’t buying the act. He’d penetrated the inner sanctum, desecrated the killer’s lair. No way was he as cool and

detached as he seemed.

“Time to change the baking soda?” Dagan goaded.

“Did you disturb anything? Move anything?” Small,

dark eyes flicked to the fridge. There was an edge to Joe’s

tone now. A bit of tension around his mouth. He didn’t

like the idea of someone else touching his treasures.

“Oh, yeah.” Dagan smiled. “Unwrapped every shiny

package. Wanna see?”

“I’ll see it when I open the door to put your parts

away.” The guy’s lips peeled back in a snarl, revealing

small white teeth, like a child’s. “Generally, I prefer a

female and a knife, but needs must—” Lifting his arm,

he leveled a 9mm Glock at Dagan’s head. “So, what

are you? PI? Cop?” He pursed his lips. “Fed?”

Dagan kept his eyes on Joe, but he was peripherally aware of Alastor shifting from the shadows as the

gun came up.

“None of the above.” He held out the photograph.

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