Danielle

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She pulled a derringer out of her pocket. Obligingly, he lifted his hands in surrender. “Don’t shoot. I’m unarmed.” “Bet you’re not.” He only smiled. “You can search me later. Clever little thing there. Where’d you get it?” “Souvenir from Peabody and McNab.” She cocked it. It’s small, but it’s mean. just like me. He laughed
Fantasy in Death (In Death, #30)
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