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His eyes were the color of the scrim that forms on street puddles in January. A...
Author:
J.D. Robb
Book:
Betrayal in Death
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His eyes were the color of the scrim that forms on street puddles in January. A cold and dirty gray.
( J.D. Robb )
[ Betrayal in Death ]
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