End Part: “Honestly,” he murmured, brushing lint from his cuff, “I thought you’d last longer.”
His silence was uglier than any denial. Rebecca watched him count the room. Doctor. Detective. Security. Attorney. Nora. Her. No soft target left. Dr. Harris’s pager vibrated once against his …
End Part: “Honestly,” he murmured, brushing lint from his cuff, “I thought you’d last longer.” Read More