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

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Shaw has killed again.
He might have done it out of anger at losing his bid for Corona
Heights. But the body wasn’t found in a state of mutilated rage. She was
posed like Flaming June, something that was hushed up in the papers but
TruCrime managed to splash across its site in full-color photographs.
The cold calculation of the slaying disturbs me far more than Shaw’s usual
lustful rage.
The girl is dark-haired, slim, beautiful. The close-up photographs show one
pale hand with roughly-bitten fingernails. Two of those fingers missing
entirely.
It’s the only mark of brutality on an otherwise pristine body. Not a single tear
on her flowing orange gown. Her face lovely and unmarked, eyes closed with
a gentleness that might be sleep.
Even more disquieting, Hawks doesn’t come calling in the aftermath of her
death. Instead, I see his unmarked car trailing mine when I drive from the
studio to Corona Heights. I see his tall, upright figure lingering on Clay
Street.
He knows I see him. He wants me to know.
He isn’t following Shaw.