Pike heard a car door slam and once more shifted to the window. Larkin Conner Barkley had gotten out of the limo to meet her father and Kline. She had a heart - shaped face with a narrow nose that bent to the left. Copper - colored hair swirled around her head like coiling snakes. She was wearing tight shorts that started low and finished high, a green T - shirt, and had a small dog slung in a pink designer bag under her arm. It was one of those micro - dogs with swollen eyes that shivered when it was nervous. Pike knew it would bark at the wrong time and get her killed. He turned away from the window.
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