Kim Harrison
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You need me, just whistle, he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the frost-emptied branches. You're not coming? Lifting the brim of his cap, he eyed me, You want me to? he asked blandly. Not really, no. He dropped the brim and laced his hands over his middle. Then why are you bitching? It's a crime scene, not a grocery store.

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