He shook his head. Sometimes it was helpful. On serial murders I'd learned to divide the files up into parts: all the witness statements, then all the forensic reports, then the pictures of the crime scene, etc. And the thought crossed my mind as I let myself relax that I did trust Edward.
I looked at Bernardo. It sounded like a threat, but his voice was still gentle. There were a handful of tiny houses on either side of the road, the major cluster some ways ahead with a small church sitting to one side by itself, as if it were part of the houses and not. The other woman is in her thirties but didn't.
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