“Because you’re not thinking straight. Because I need you to understand that Adrian Wall is a
killer, and that your obsession with him is dangerous.”
“There’s no obsession.”
“Then stay away from him.”
“Or what?” There was the spark, the heat. “Why do you hate him so much? He didn’t kill Julia
Strange. He didn’t kill this one, either.” 

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“I was with him last night.”
“What?”
“He wasn’t interested in something like this. He wasn’t interested in people, at all. He was …
sad.”
“Sad? Do you even hear yourself?”
“You shouldn’t have brought me here.” She turned and started walking. “It was a mistake,” she
said, and Beckett knew she was right.
He’d played it ten kinds of wrong.
He’d lost her.