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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

As usual, I need to thank those who oodor at least do their dae thank you, once again, to ent, Helen Heller, and my editors, Anne Groell of Bantam Spectra, Anne Collins of Randoson of Warner Orbit

This time, I want to offer a somewhat belated thanks to some people who helpedto write Thanks to Ian O'Neill, Yan Ming, Genine Tyson, and Jennifer Thompson I hate continuity errors and, with your wonderful help, I'll avoid ( thanks to my beta readers, Laura Stutts, Raina Tooner, who helped me avoid some of those nasty continuity errors with this one

HOPE

LUCIFER'S DAUGHTER

There was a ti a man die would have filled me with horror Now, as I shivered beside the cenotaph, knowing death was co, what I felt was very different

Only knowing it was too late to stop as about to happen keptas I clutched the cold marble

"Did you bring the ht with an anxiety that stru, he around scuffed departainst the bitter March night, butas he'd hurried out to this

The other ht around his red-cheeked face Beside hi the silence, black tongue lolling as the dog strained the confines of its short leash

"Did you bring the lanced around the park, his anxiety sharp against the cold rage blowing off the other man

"Did you really think I'd pay?"

The older ed A blast of fear, so intense asp, rich with shock and pain Chaos rolled over ainst the knife blade The stink of voided bowels filled the air as the younger ered back into a spindly ainst it, then slumped at its base

The killer pulled his dog closer The Chow danced, its chaos fluttering past er TheThe dog took a tentative lick, then--

The vision broke and I reeled, grabbing the cenotaph A htened and blinked against the brightsun

At the foot of the cenotaph, a shrine had started, with plucked daffodils and scraps of paper scraith "We'll Miss You, Brian" and "Rest in Peace, Ryan" Anyone who knew Bryan Mills well enough to spell his na around the shrine were only hoping to catch the eye of a roving TV cauy "Ryan" had been