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ing. Not for drivers, not for che
cing in four inch Louboutins, furious an
rmoire like a sin she c
e fabric clung to curves that hadn't even touched it yet. The neckline plunged like a sile
er of light. The slit up the right leg climbed scandalously high, almost to t
i would be at
t in glass corridors and diamond drenched clubs. Blood s
ly want
e'd wanted rappers or heirs or p
e, his fingers sliding that slit higher. She smirked at her reflect
whispered to herself. "And toni
t made her look the most lethal. Her blonde hair was blown into loose, tu
ng her phone off the nightstand. No new message
behind her ma
Dressed in black slacks and a silk blouse. Dark
up. "Took you long enough. Jesu
wly, eyes reading the room like she was taki
k English, or is attitude
, the woman s
pet. She set the makeup case on the vanity and tu
the regular girl, where's S
no a
ched out, and before Emily could react, her
hh
aw a flash of silver and what fo
jab was deeper, crueler, as if it knew her bones. Her knees buckled instantly. Blood bloomed in fu
ing to clutch at the wound. But she couldn't
m fingers, guiding her silently to the flo
n danced gold chandelier, blood speckled ceiling,
l parted. Her eyes wide, frozen i
ed, checked her pul
nity. Her own reflection stared back, cold and clinical. She unzipped her blouse sleeve,
assed before th
" the woman
e other end, feminine,
ug. She struggled, but
e her. Clean the scene. Burn the bedding, strip the cameras, chan
, ma
d gi
all e
back to E
crooked lines toward the bathroom tiles, painting a grotesque trai
rms, dragging her across the suite. The body left a crimson smear a
taps, a claw foot bathtub still filled with cold lavender scented wa
ed into her pocket for a vial. A few drops of an oily blue liquid fo
rings, and necklace. Everything went into a sealed pouch. The
s later, the suit
, the knife, and the phone. The dress hung
sting her collar, wiping down the handle. She t
yes closed, looking almost peaceful now. Like some
ff the lights and va