Choice of Evil
A Burke Novel
Chapter One
It was almost three in the morning when she'd called, so I was outside her
apartment house in fifteen minutes. I didn't like the doorman eyeballing me more
than once, but I didn't see a way around it either. If he thought it was unusual
for someone to be calling at that hour, he didn't show it . . . just rang up and
got the okay for me to enter the elevator.
She must have been right at the peepholethe door opened even as I raised my
knuckles to rap. The rose lighting was back on. Otherwise, the place was
shrouded. "Go sit down," she told me, standing aside.
I gave up trying to solve the mystery of her three chairs and just took the
middle one, letting her play any way she wanted. She looked ghostly, floating
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