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The apartment was small, crowded, close. Femininity breathed from every surface down to the cheap wainscoting.

She followed the lieutenant down a hallway pocked with doors suggestively canted

She wore a wedding ring (as did he) and a small gold cross at her neck, but a current of wayward sensuality had been unmistakable in her, making these symbols seem apotropaic

Dexter was logy from the heavy lunch; he wanted to splash cold water on his face.

A family man was doubly reckless to have broken rules that everyone in the shadow world knew like a catechism