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"I was a cop," she said. "I've dealt with my share of junkies, alcoholics, you name it. Everyone has something to run
from, and I know it. But Liz won't touch chemicals. And she's tough; I can't figure it. She's not the type to fall for a
little glamour. What could she be trying to forget?"
"That's your mistake, Agent Williams" Marcus said. "You don't take the fairy offering to escape your past.
Dancing is about remembering." They exchanged another glance. Bev fidgeted and then sat still. Marcus leaned back
and watched her, reading far more than she intended to reveal. Everyone knew something. It was his job, so he felt, to
discern what.
~A
MOTH IN DARKNESS
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