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He found the on the edge of her bed, he scanned them with a practiced eye

Suzette… she’d spent so with a school of mime in Paris, and she’d worked various clubs in both Europe and America Lena… her letter of introduction an with the fact that he knew absolutely no Italian, but would be delighted to learn Doug’s was similar… Gema’s was extensive and somewhat boastful And then… there was Clay Barton’s It was a very normal resume Educated at Tulane… worked in a nus in London

There was no e of Italian

He scanned the resu, and headed out, anxious to reach his own cottage

As he neared his doorway, he stopped

There was soht on the mat before the front door

He came in a little closer, then stood dead still

It was the lower half of an arers were contorted They see out

For him The hand pointed toward his door

The flesh on the ar to whoed had been dead for a fair amount of time And yet… yet there was flesh to it

For a ht that someone had wanted hi? Or a taunt?

He caed to a woht have co

He was not about to touch it and leave any imprint on it

He turned around sharply and headed back to the resort, hoping that Merc or Franco would be sitting in the restaurant, and if they weren’t, he’d have the young istration desk call the police

He felt ill

He was suddenly certain that he had found theGema Harris

Part of her, at least

Stephanie had al’s roolanced at Doug where he lay on the bed, and then at Suzette, as sleeping in the plush, convertible chair-bed on the far side of the room He motioned to Stephanie to follow him out

Curious, she did so

In the dimly lit hospital hallway, he cleared his throat

"You know that stuff I told you about drea about how Suzette had thought that she’d seen her, andaround, and she had so it fro No pun intended," he said, and laughed dryly

"Drew, you’re notdeeply "I don’t think Suzette saw Ge at "

"Why not?"

He inhaled again

"Grant just called the hospital There was an ar sense! An arm?"

"An arm--just an arm A human arm The police ca features on it, but… they think it ht be Gema’s"

Ice became an eddy in the pit of Stephanie’s stomach She shook her head in denial "They found a human arm in front of Grant’s door?"

"Yes Grant found it"

Grant Again

Her heart skipped a beat "Maybe so a cruel joke on hi shook his head emphatically

"No It’s not an old arm Not that kind of old There was… there was flesh But apparently, the flesh…

well, I don’t know anything about forensics, but the person has been dead a while A week at least!"

A dull pain hit her She hadn’t roup But that didn’t matter There was another woman dead

"Maybe… it’s not Gema’s arm," she said hopefully