Mister X

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Quinn had found a box of paper clips in his bottom desk drawer and was just straightening up when the dead woman entered his office.

She'd startled him, the way she'd come in without making any noise.

She wasn't what you'd call beautiful, but she was attractive, with slim hips and legs inside new-looking stiff jeans, small breasts beneath a white sleeveless blouse. Her shoulder-length hair was brown, her eyes a deeper brown and slightly bulbous. She had symmetrical features with oversized lips, a slight overbite. A yellow file folder stuffed with what looked like newspaper clippings was tucked beneath her left arm. Her right hand held a brown leather shoulder bag, the strap scrunched up to act as a handle. She'd said on the phone her name was Tiffany Keller. If she were still alive, Quinn thought, she'd be pushing thirty.

There was a kind of grim resolve to her expression, as if she'd just been affronted and was about to fire back.

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