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I pulled the knife out of Tlaloci's hand. ' The twelve dead were three families. It was a little bit of a struggle to tear my gaze from Bernardo and look at Olaf. I owe him my life, Anita.

We'd grouped the photos by crime scene in large clusters. What do you mean 'thing'? he asked. The same to you, I said. Close enough that I could see the gold buttons on his jacket, and the rise and fall of his chest as he drew breath.