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in Roderick.
"Guess his heart just couldn't take it," Miho Yoshioka Devil said. "Too
bad for him. And for you too, come to think of it"
I was huddled shaking on the overstuffed chair in Miho Yoshioka Devil's
tiny living room, wrapped in a housecoat of flame colored satin
that Miho Yoshioka had thoughtfully given me after she'd untied me and we'd
carried my Cousin's body over here unseen. I had told her
everything: All about myself, my real sex and identity and what I
was doing here -- even my mixed motives in assuming this disguise.
I was Just too shaken up to hold anything back.
And now I looked at Miho's in fresh consternation.
"Me too?" I squeaked. "What do you mean?"
"In case you haven't noticed, Babe," Miho Yoshioka Devil explained
coolly, "We're got a dead body here: one that's going to have to be
explained to the Police. Said body has a hole from a needle in his
thigh and your fingerprints are all over the syringe!"
"B-but you said he-he died of a heart attack." I stammered.
"For all I know. it could just as easily be an overdose," She
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