Sutekh opened the figurative floodgates. But regardless
of the culprit, in the end, all would suffer, because
once he identified the perpetrator, they’d all be sucked
in as Sutekh unleashed his vengeance: a war to end all
wars.
Roxy meant to make certain that never happened.
The dead reaper would stay dead, his soul trapped in
whatever limbo it had gone to. Unreachable. Untouchable.
And that was the way it was gonna be. All she
needed to do to make certain of that was figure out the
clues.
The piece of shit she’d cuffed to the bed had information that might help her solve the puzzle. She
needed to find out what Frank Marin had seen the night
the soul reaper was killed.
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“Tell me about the tattoo and the guy, Frank,” she
said, whisper soft.
Staring at her forearm, Marin swallowed and shook
his head. “Nope. Never seen it.”
She moved with lethal speed, one hand slapping
down to seal his lips, muffling his cry so as not to scare
the kid, the other bringing the knife down to slice skin
and muscle clear to his rib. Bone gleamed white in the
lamplight.
Marin’s back arched, his entire frame humming with
pain and fear.
Leaning in until her lips rested against his ear, she
promised, “Next cut isbetweenthe ribs, maybe clear
to your heart. Now, talk. What I need to know is where
