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“I’ht up your cunt Just like I did to her”

Stunned again His eyes ild, jagged on hoods out of men, with all the power and insanity that ith delusions of immortality

The knife, with the scarlet drenched blade hacked dohistled

And she dropped him

The jolt zipped through his nervous system His brain died first, so that his body convulsed and shuddered as his eyes turned to glass Strapping down on the need to screa hand and looked at the child

The big doll’s eyes stared at her, and told her—again—that she’d been too late

Forcing her body to relax, she let nothing into her mind but her report

The VR section was coain before she was taken to the final testing phase The one-on-one with the psychiatrist

Eve didn’t have anything against Dr Mira The wo In private practice, she could have earned triple the salary she pulled in under the Police and Security Department

She had a quiet voice with the faintest hint of upper class New England Her pale blue eyes were kind—and sharp At sixty, she was coe, but far from matronly

Her hair was a warm honey brown and scooped up in the back in a neat yet complicated twist She wore a tidy, rose toned suit with a sedate gold circle on the lapel

No, Eve had nothing against her personally She just hated shrinks

“Lieutenant Dallas” Mira rose from a soft blue scoop chair when Eve entered

There was no desk, no coht One of the tricks, Eve knew, to et they were under intense observation

“Doctor” Eve sat in the chair Mira indicated