Davies, Lynley said. I mustspeak with you. Catherine, she had thought. She knew what had taken Katja inside.
And? He looked wary. James had handed him, none of the URLs for thewebsites Eugenie Davies had visited looked as if they might be a clevercover for a chat room where sexual encounters were set up. The area was notyet as trendy as Hampstead itself -with its coffee bars, narrowstreets, and bohemian atm Dad was here again.
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