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Kira shook her head back and forth in denial. Whatever painkillers the doctors had given her allowed her to make the movement with far less pain than she had been dealing with before her trip to the hospital. Her mind struggled to make sense of her sister’s words as the faint scent of Kori’s lilac perfume mingled with the rubbing alcohol smell of the room.
The man who had abducted Kori had been whistling ‘Sentimental Journey.’
It had been the one thing she had known about the Procurer when she had escaped her own abduction four years ago. She hadn’t seen his face or heard his voice.
It was the one detail the police had held back from the media.
Kori knew, of course. Kira had told her when her sister had asked for details about what had happened, in an effort to draw Kira out in the
