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“Humor me before you carve me up for dinner. Tell me
about the pendant. The one in the picture.”
Joe glanced at the photo but didn’t step closer.
“Ah,” he said, lips twisting in a sneer. “And you want
to know…why?”
“Curiosity.”
“Curiosity killed the cat.” His eyes glittered. “I took
the necklace from her. It was her treasure. Then it
became one of mine. She was young. Early twenties.
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Pretty. Mixed heritage. Black. Chinese. A little of each,
I’d say. Maybe something else thrown into the mix.”
He inhaled deeply, and his pupils dilated as he drew on
the memories. “I remember her skin. The smell of it.
The feel. Dark and smooth.” He licked his lips. “She
was brave. She didn’t want to scream. I put quite an
effort into that—making her scream.”
The killer’s victim sounded a lot like the girl Dagan
remembered. An unfamiliar tension coiled in his gut.
What were the chances that he’d left her alive only to
have her get nabbed by this prick? What the fuck were
the chances of that?
And why the fuck did he care?
Because he’d told her to build a life. A nice, boring,
safe life. He’d wanted that for her, though he couldn’t
understand why.
“Year?” he rasped.
“Year?”
“The day you killed her. What year was it?” At least
