I released her hair slowly, and she stayed staring at me with a horrible fascination on her face as if I were about to do something cruel, and I was. If Baco got a whiff of police, he'd either run, be uncooperative, or try to hurt us. I scrambled out from under the corpse and found it was headless. His fingers hovered over Becca's hand, and fresh tears fell down his face, but there was no sobbing now, just tears so quiet you wouldn't have known he was crying if you hadn't seen them.
The man's voice was thickly accented, and sounded unsuited to whispering It was a voice for shouting orders. They exchanged another look and went for the door. She didn't need that particular lecture. The kitchen needed something to soften it.
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