looked at him sharply. He’d sounded strange there at the end, almost as if he felt … sorry for them. “When did you last kill one of them, Ms. Lane?” he said suddenly. “Yesterday.” “Was there trouble you didn’t tell me about?” “No. I just cut him up for parts.” “What?” Barrons stopped and looked down at me. I shrugged. “A woman died the other day. She wouldn’t have, if I’d had it handy. I won’t make that mistake again.” I was secure in my conviction that I was doing the right thing. “The woman in my store?” When I nodded, he said, “And just where are you keeping these … parts, Ms. Lane?” “In my
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