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There was something hideously wrong with the air in this dark, hot little room. As soon as I entered I could feel my adrenaline start pumping and the hair on the back of my neck standing straight up -a triggered memory response to immediate danger I was all too familiar with. She had been right where I was standing, probably just moments ago, but now she was as gone as if she never existed. Only that fragrance was left suspended in the air. I scanned the room. The fluttering of the curtains by the open window led my eye to the blinking red message light on the phone on the night stand. Beside it, a tiny bottle of obscenely expensive perfume. I knew the fragrance. A glance at the label was unnecessary... 77 El
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