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“Late thirties with velvety skin a tad darker than the doors, she sported a mauve top that revealed an inch of hard belly, a pair of sprayed-on white jeans, silver sandals that revealed pampered, lavender-nailed feet. Her face was heart-shaped, topped by a cloud of black waves and curls. A full nose was graced by a cute little upward sweep at the tip. Probably surgical, but well done. Massive white hoops hung from seashell ears. A long, smooth neck swooped to a pair of high-end collarbones.Milo flashed the badge.“Yes? And?” Her eyes were a uniform black, defying analysis of her pupils.“We’d like to talk to you about Jay Sloat.”“Him? He’s not okay?” As if inquiring about the weather.“Why wouldn’t he be okay?”“My husband,” said Nina Hassan. “He’s not human, he’s an animal.”“Jay’s fine. May we come in, Mrs. Hassan?”She didn’t budge. “Call me Nina. I’m getting rid of that name as soon as the divorce is final. What’s with Jay?”“We need to know the last time you saw him.”“Why?”“His ex-wife w...as murdered.”“Ex-wife?MoreLess
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