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He chuckled. The woman’s face was covered with a single plastic mask, painted like a doll face – long lashes, big blue pupils, a bright red, puckered mouth. “Afraid?”
Daisy froze. She immediately felt frustrated. “Following you, Sir.”
“Don’t. And Peter. So email was out of the question. Would they think she was with the police? Her chin, neck and chest were shiny with the
