Paragon Walk - Anne Perry
Paragon Walk
Anne Perry
for my mother
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INSPECTOR PITT STARED down at the girl, and an overwhelming sense of loss soaked through him. He had never known her in life, but he knew and treasured all the things that now she had lost.
She was slight, with fair brown hair, a childish seventeen. Lying on the white morgue table, she looked brittle enough to have snapped if he had touched her. There were bruises ...