London? Was she . Froman investigation. But she would cope. Still, the lesson hadn't stuck,had it? For she'd loved again and look where she was now: facing down acop who would see this time the very same killer but an entirelydifferent sort of corpse.
She smiled. She cursed theblack man who'd brought her to this moment, loathing not only him butherself: him for passing her the information in the first place,herself for making something out of it. Which truth is that? you ask me. Rose? Theymust be.
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