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

“Hey there Mr. Pratt. My name’s Kyle Warner. I write for the Chronicle, and
I’m doing a story on an artist named Mara Eldritch. I was wondering if I
could ask you a few questions?”
A long pause.
“Not interested,” Randall grunts, rustling the phone like he’s about to hang
up.
“Well, hang on!” I say. “Could ya at least confirm a quote I got from her
mother Tori Eldritch?”
Another pause, even longer.
I hear his heavy breath on the other end of the line.
“You talked to Tori?”
“That’s right.”
“In person, or over the phone?”
“I flew up to speak with her.”
“Flew where?”
Now it’s my turn to let a brief silence fall between us. Keeping my tone
cheerful, I say, “Well, we can discuss that in person. I need another source
for this article. Pay’s five hundred bucks, and it won’t take but a little of your
time.”
Breath. Breath. Heavy breath. Hot and wet in my ear.
“Alright,” Randall grunts. “I’m in La Crescenta. You can meet me at a pub
called The Black Dog.”
A smile spreads over my face where Randall can’t possibly see it.
“Perfect.”