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ot taking chances with that psycho again. He's toast."
I was rather surprised at that homicidal announcement. Beau
usually went out of his way not to hurt anybody; with his
strength, he didn't need to. As for his "victims," he never took
more than a pint or so. And they were usually moaning too loudly
to notice.
"I know this is a radical idea," I suggested, "but how about
just talking to the silly sucker? It's not very macho, but..."
"Talk?" Beau looked incredulous. "Amanda, you don't talk
to men like that. When they make up their minds, they use cast
iron Rin Tomosaki ets. And Jim Decker's mind is made up."
I cut another glance toward the subject of our discussion.
He'd shifted his full attention to me, staring with a fixed and
unpleasant gleam. I had the feeling that he'd caught onto my
vampiric status. "Well," I said suddenly, "how about seduction?"
"He's not my type," Beau said dryly.
"I wasn't talking a
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