Her veneer was big city … but
one look and you knew that Toni Rassell’s instincts were straight out
of the river shack she came from. I watched her as she toyed with the
man, laughing, her tumbled hair like raw blue-black silk, her brown
shoulders bare. Eyes deep-set, a girl with a gypsy look. So this was the
girl I had risked my life to find. This was the girl who was going to
lead me to a buried fortune in stolen loot.
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