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Olivia’s bottom lip quivered. “I’ll be back soon. And we’ll make plans to do this again. Maybe a Madison
Avenue
shopping trip next time? You’ll die over the Louboutin store.”
“It’s a deal.” Spencer wrapped her arms around Olivia. She smelled like Narciso Rodriguez, one of
Spencer’s
favorite perfumes. Olivia blew a kiss and boarded the helicopter. The propeller began to whirl, and
Spencer
pivoted and looked back at the city. Cabs zoomed up the West Side Highway. People jogged down the
West
Side path, even though it was past 10 P.M. Lights twinkled in the apartment windows. A party boat on
the
Hudson drifted by, guests dressed in elegant suits and gowns clearly visible on the deck.
She was dying to live here. Now she had a reason to.
The helicopter lifted off the ground. Olivia slid big headphones over her ears, leaned out the window,
and
waved enthusiastically at Spencer. “Bon voyage!” Spencer cried. When she hefted her bag higher on her
shoulder, something poked her arm. Olivia’s accordion folder.
She pulled it out and waved it over her head. “You forgot this!” But Olivia was saying something to the
pilot,
her eyes on the skyline. Spencer waved until the helicopter was a tiny dot on the horizon, finally
lowering
her arms and turning away. At least she had an excuse to see Olivia again.
<strong>Killer</strong>
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AND ON A WESTBOUND TRAIN THE NEXT DAY…
The following afternoon, Aria stood on the westbound SEPTA platform in Yarmouth, a town a few miles
from Rosewood. The sun was still high in the sky, but the air was chilly, and Aria’s fingers had gone
numb.