Book3:WereMyDreamIs
earuffianandamurderer.” “Yah,that’swhatIthinksotoo.Retlythisareahasnotbeenverysafe.Therehavebeenmanycasesorrape.Wehadbetterbeonthelookoutsothatnothingbadhappensonourwatch.” Emmachedasthepolicecardroveoutofsightandthenlookedattherusty,brooiseontheground.Thetortoise’sheadwasraisedhighasiflookingathimanditsmouthen.Emmanuelrememberedpullingatthetailwhenathinlineofpowdersquirtedout.Hesmelledthesweetfragranceofunknownflowersandfellunscious.“Wow”hethought,“itcouldhavebeensomekindofmagicpotiobehindfromaimesandIjusthappeoactallyeacrossit.ThiswouldbeaninvaluableassetwhenIamouthuntingwomen.”Charina’stall,slenderimagedressedinaskybluedress,withbroad-rimmedwhitesunhatandwhiteleatherwalkingshoes