C125 Chapter 125

“You want to use kid gloves on a killer?” Luc exclaims cynically.

“That’s just the second step,” Marcia responds reassuringly.

“And the third?” He chimes, the smile in his voice evident.

“Her brother,” Marcia says flatly and she hears Luc sit up, the sound of chair wheels on a wood floor floats faintly through the phone.

The library, she muses and she smiles gently.

“Tell me,” Luc demands