You picked that out?” Caine asked. “That pink, plastic toy?”

I turned to look at him. “I happen to have been a little girl, once upon a time, detective. I know what they like. Every little girl wants to be a princess.”

A thoughtful frown overcame the angry tension on Caine’s rugged face. “And what happens when they grow up?”

I thought of my mother and sisters and all the horrors that had happened the day they’d died. A bitter laugh escaped from my tight lips.

“Then they just want to be little girls again.

Autor: Jennifer Estep

You picked that out?” Caine asked. “That pink, plastic toy?”<br /><br />I turned to look at him. “I happen to have been a little girl, once upon a time, detective. I know what they like. Every little girl wants to be a princess.”<br /><br />A thoughtful frown overcame the angry tension on Caine’s rugged face. “And what happens when they grow up?”<br /><br />I thought of my mother and sisters and all the horrors that had happened the day they’d died. A bitter laugh escaped from my tight lips. <br /><br />“Then they just want to be little girls again. - Jennifer Estep



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