Art Obinger's Clone's Ceremony Had Taken Her Place.

Sergeant Jesserapriamto with the RCMP. She gave the room an intelligent assessing once over and then her eyes landed on art and lit up as though she'd been dying to meet him. His hand nearly swallowed hers when he shook it and he found himself returning her smile involuntarily. Being disarmed so easily made him edgy as hell. Call me art. How can I help you? He said, trying not to let his discomfort show. Do you remember Katya Obinger? Art could feel the blood draining from his face, his hands going cold. The body in that quarry was what had unraveled everything. Let him to find out his partner had killed herself,