Raquel and Margo were in big trouble here, unless the lecherous old fart didn't recognize the attorney he'd tried unsuccessfully to proposition. Dropping the house shields. Then he turned in a circle, pretending to dance with Lily. Try to survive.
Why tonight? And had last night's futile drug raid been timed accordingly?The rotund, cigar-smoking owner strutted through the dressing room about half an hour before showtime. You mean the man Christians called the Nazarene? Marian blinked. Flames crackled in the hearth. She could not breathe—Panicked, she shoved at the body, trying to dislodge it.
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