\" They returned to his BMW. She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. I just want him, and no one else will do. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. Always. Will you take it in to him?” The young man smiled in a superior manner.
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