She pressed her fingers to the woman’s neck and felt icy skin.
Bending close to the lips, she waited for the whisper of a breath, the faintest puff of air against her cheek.
The corpse opened its eyes.

Author: Tess Gerritsen

She pressed her fingers to the woman’s neck and felt icy skin.<br />Bending close to the lips, she waited for the whisper of a breath, the faintest puff of air against her cheek.<br />The corpse opened its eyes. - Tess Gerritsen




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