Republic: Chapter Three (continued)

Apr 27, 2007 07:46 AM

Turville untied it, not thinking about what he was about to do, then walked toward the body, watching his step.

Jesus. She was exquisite: red hair splayed about, green eyes wide open, the dress gathered around her breasts; she looked like somebody’s prom date. It was creepy, looking at someone so beautiful lying there dead. Her skin was ivory pale.