"You forgot your lunch," she said. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. But how close? She glanced about at the shrouded furnishings for possible cover. But you are Annabel. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket.
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