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"Fritz!" he called out.
The butler came rushing in.
"Read this."
Fritz took the sheet and bent his head, falling into silence.
"Aloud," Wrath bit out.
"Oh. My apologies, master." Fritz cleared his throat. " 'If I haven't spoken to you already, ask Tohrment for details. Eleven eightyeight
Redd Avenue, apartment one-B. Her name is Elizabeth Randall. P.S. The house and Fritz are yours if she doesn't survive to
adulthood. Sorry it had to end so soon. D.'"
"Son of a bitch," Wrath muttered.
Chapter Five
Beth had changed into her nocturnal wardrobe of boxers and a T-shirt, and was pulling the futon out flat when Boo began to
meow at the sliding glass door. The cat paced in a tight circle, eyes trained on something outside.
"Are you trying to get at Mrs. Di Gio's tabby again? We did that once and it didn't go well, remember?"
A pounding on her front door brought her head around and kick-started her heart.
She walked over and put her eye to the peephole. When she saw who it was, she rolled over and pressed her back against the
cheap wood panels.
The pounding started again.
"I know you're in there," Hard-ass said. "And I'm going to keep this up."
She flipped the locks and threw open the door. Before she could tell him to go to hell, he barged past her.
Boo lifted his back and hissed.
"Pleased to meet you, too, Panther Boy." Butch's deep drawl seemed totally out of place in her apartment.
"How did you get into the lobby?" she said as she shut the door.
"I picked the lock."
"Was there any particular reason you chose this building to break into, Detective?"
He shrugged and sat down in her tattered wing chair. "Thought I'd visit a friend."
"So why are you bothering me?"
"Nice place you got," he said, looking at her stuff.
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