He had found her in a quiet bar -- a sulky-mouthed, awkward, green-eyed kid trying desperately to pick up a man.
He taught her how to dress, to walk, to laugh, made her into the kind of woman who makes every man reach into his pocket for hundred-dollar bills.
Looking at her now, Sam was proud of himself. He had done a good job on her.
He was almost sorry she had to die...
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So unmoving was the girl sitting on the wet rocks that, at first, she seemed a permanent feature of the rugged seascape. She was wearing an expensive evening dress and high-heel slippers. She seemed to be in a deep trance, her gaze fixed on the sea, motionless except for the tossing of her delicate blond hair in the morning breeze. And as his steps brought him closer, he thought he had never seen anything... [click here for more]
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