Can I have a gun? I opened my mouth to say, no, but Edward spoke first. I had a sudden image of my life, my crimes, all printed in neat type crossing one shadowy desk after another until it reached, where? Or would the question be who?Blake, Anita Blake. Peter and Edward stood staring at each other. He wouldn't see a weapon from the back.
The final act was about to begin. He raised me to my feet with one hand in mine, then turned his head so I could reach the earring. Psychics, witches, mediums, they all deal in reality. He never paused to catch his breath.
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