There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I gesture to the conference room table, with its assortment of midcentury
modern chairs, deliberately mismatched. Hawks takes a seat directly across
from me.
He’s not taking notes, but I have no doubt he’ll remember everything I say,
and probably write it down afterward.
“Did you ever meet Erin Whalstrom?” Hawks asks.
“Once or twice. Like I said, it’s an insular industry. I’m sure we attended the
same parties and events.”
“Did you ever see Erin with Alastor Shaw?”
“Yes. I saw them talking the night of Oasis.”
“Shaw said that he and Erin had sex in the stairwell.”
I shrug. “I wasn’t present for that.”
“Did you see them leave the show together?”
“No.”
“Did you see Shaw leave at all?”
“No.”
“What was the last time you saw him?”
“I have no idea. There’s more wine than art at those things.”
“Did you see Mara there?”
I hesitate a fraction of a second, distracted by the vivid image of the first time
I laid eyes on her. I see the wine splashing across her dress, soaking into the
cotton, dark as blood.
“Well?” Hawks prompts me, leaning forward, blue eyes keen behind his
glasses.
“Yes, I saw her. Only for a moment, early in the night.”
“But you didn’t see her leave.”