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Trev felt his mind shrivel and darken just as it had done when he stood outside and first looked in at the massacre. A vague, shadowy image came to him of Liam throwing his body on Maureen to protect her. |
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But there was so much blood on the floor around them. |
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He tumbled Liam off the woman. The handle of a knife jutted from the middle of his chest. |
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The crescent blade of a two-handled pizza cutter was embedded deep in the woman's neck. |
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They'd killed each other. |
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Her black face was intact. |
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Her skin was stained ebony from head to toe. At first, Trev thought she was naked. Then he realized she wore a string bikini. |
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Changed into it, all the better to enjoy the sudden warm downpour? |
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Trev's dazed mind pictured a bikini-clad young woman prancing through puddles, dancing around a lamp post, singing in the rain. |
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He heard himself chuckle. |
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He thought, Fuck, don't lose it. Hang on. |
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And he hung on while he searched the rest of the kitchen. |
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