There was no answer. She felt the whack from about six feet away, kitty corner. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. “Do all foster kids have the instinct?” Michelle asked naively. “John, of course I forgive you if it is what you need from me. ’ ‘But if I am with you, as André Valade, as your husband, an émigré—’ ‘Pah!’ Melusine spat. It’s an instinct. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone. But this was a vicomte’s sister. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture.
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