‘Very generous, Sergeant. Tell you what, how about we share a meal or two over the next few days, and leave it at that. At least for now.’ ‘I’ve made a mess of this, haven’t I? All right, we’ve got lots of time. See you later, Bottle.’ Paralt poison, maybe a vial’s worth, and then a knife to the heart to go with the slitted wrists, and then the drop over the side. Drowning? Nothing to it. He listened to the boots clump off, wondering if she’d pause at some point to wipe off what was left of him from her soles. Some women were just out of reach. It was a fact. There were ones a man could get
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