For Elise
Before I’m able to tell Adrian that we need to be on our way, I hear a very familiar sound behind me. One that makes the hair at the back of my neck stand up. Someone just c****d a gun at us. And I could bet my life on who that is. I make the mistake of turning my head, coming face to face with the killer we were just about to go looking for. A woman in her mid-forties. One of the victim’s neighbors. To be more precise, the woman, who told us she hated the victim. And who Adrian startled with his question about voodoo. To explain why looking at her happens to be a mistake, it makes her shoot at me. But she’s a terrible shot and the bullet doesn’t even get close to me. Part of the reason might be in Adrian, because he grabs me and rolls us over the counter, knocking Roberta down in the pr
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