Yeah, for two cops I don't even know. Donna put her head to one side, giving me a long considering look. Which probably meant he was serious. He went to his belly, firing around the corner.
No, not imitated, that was too mild a word. He raised up, supporting himself with his hands, so I could press my hand against his chest. Look, I know he's a convicted rapist. One of the necklaces was a pentagram.
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