Instead, he seemed to go into himself, stunned, to a dark placefrom which she couldn't draw him. She was Sarah-Jane Beckett. James's longstanding relationshipwith Lynley's wife after all, he'd known Helen since she was eighteen-would make him more protective of her than one would necessarilyexpect of someone's employer. But where the hell is that going to get me?She's holding my sister, she's cradling her just beneath her breast,her eyes look kind and her face is serene.
We deserve a reward. Stopcowering there like a beaten dog! Jesus'. I went after men and I shagged every boy I could get myhands on. Butit's not like that for me.
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