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really dead?” she asked suddenly.
Carter turned to her and for the first time that night, he smiled. It was a cold smile—predatory, but genuine.
“To everyone except the people in this room,” he said. “Yes. I’m a ghost now, Lily. And ghosts can go places the living can’t.”
The safe room beneath the Venetian had been built during Prohibition, back when continue reading …
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