There was a bite to the spring air, almost like a crowd full of disapproving ghosts. Hart didn’t pull out his Deadglass to see if it was true. Some things were better off not knowing. That was Kayla’s problem. She wouldn’t let things go. She didn’t understand that sometimes self-preservation had to win out over morbid curiosity. And now look at what she’d gotten herself into. Hart kicked the wheel of his Mercedes. The car didn’t want to start this morning, even after a gentle push. It was almost like the car knew with her female intuition what he was about to do—and disapproved. Fuck it, he was a cold-blooded bastard and didn’t give a damn about anyone’s feelings. He yanked open the hood and breathed the heavy perfume of oil and diesel. He sprayed starter fluid into the intake manifold, hoping it would be enough to start her under ghostly conditions. One last job. This was it. He could feel the hated golden bands burning through his upper arms. Soon, so soon he could taste it, the blood price would be satisfied.
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