“The chief told me in no uncertain terms to stay here until I was relieved.”
“I’m relieving you, Raj. I’ll take full responsibility.” “You are certain?”
“Want me to throw you out?”
“That will not be necessary.”
She padded after him and made sure the door was locked and the phones were off. She took a shower for fifteen minutes, toweled herself off and put on a set of workout fleece. She sat in the middle of the living room cross-legged for a while, staring out the window at a high cloud in the west. Sometimes the cloud resembled a horse, sometimes a man. But when all was said and done, it was just a cloud.
She stared down at her wrist.
“Did you have to kill him?” she sobbed. She was overwhelmed with such a feeling of loss and regret, it was like a physical blow.
The chittering voices of the Witchblade—voices that never seemed to stop babbling in the back of her mind-suddenly fell silent. If she hadn’t known better, she might have taken it as a sign of respect for her grieving.
But she did know better.
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