Have any of your clients died?” Ford asked. “Someone you were trying to help?”

“Brett,” Jenks said.

“Peter?” I blurted out. But the amulet went a negative gray.

“Nick,” Jenks said nastily, and the color on the metal disk became a violent shade of purple. Ford blinked, trying to divorce himself from the hate. “I’d say no,” he whispered.

Author: Kim Harrison

Have any of your clients died?” Ford asked. “Someone you were trying to help?” <br /><br />“Brett,” Jenks said. <br /><br />“Peter?” I blurted out. But the amulet went a negative gray. <br /><br />“Nick,” Jenks said nastily, and the color on the metal disk became a violent shade of purple. Ford blinked, trying to divorce himself from the hate. “I’d say no,” he whispered. - Kim Harrison



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