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

It was a stupid mistake, one that still humiliates me. But I can’t let any hint of
that emotion show on my face.
Hawks watches closely for a reaction. That’s why he gave me a photo of the
corpse and not a picture of the girl taken when she was still alive. He’s
looking for clues on my face.
Do I recognize her? Am I shocked by the image?
Or, most damning of all:
Am I man surveying my own work?
Am I satisfied?
Am I aroused …
Blandly, I say to Hawks, “I’ve never met her.”
“She was killed in the Mission District. Police saw a man fleeing the scene.
He was tall and dark-haired.”
“That only applies to half the men in San Francisco.”
“It applies to you.”
“And thousands of others.”
Hawks takes the photograph back, tucking it into his pocket once more, right
against his heart.
He takes this personally. It’s not only ambition for him.
And he is losing patience with my stonewalling. Slowly and surely.
“Have you injured yourself lately?” he demands.
I never visited a doctor when I sprained my ankle jumping from that roof. It’s
possible someone saw me limping in the week afterward, when I wrapped my
ankle in a Tensor bandage and swallowed handfuls of painkillers until the
swelling went down.
“Nothing comes to mind,” I say vaguely.