“What a lovely necklace, Detective Emerson.” He said her name like a threat. He said it like a moan of pleasure. “Whoever gave that to you must care about you a lot.” The murderous hunger slipped back into his irises as he studied her throat, and Bel had to fight her every muscle to keep from clutching the pendant protectively in her fist. The truth was, she didn’t know who had gifted this to her. It had appeared beside her hospital bed when she woke from her attack without a note or a box.
interesting....
