So Pretty It Hurts

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An old geezer of a reporter I used to work with once said that I had a rotten habit of biting off my nose to spite my face. An ex-boyfriend told me the same thing. And you know what? It’s true. There’ve been more than a few times when I’ve tossed back a gift or stormed off in a huff, and on one occasion I jumped out of a car in the rain and walked home alone, ruining the hottest shoes I ever owned. But I’ve rarely regretted it. The satisfaction I’ve felt from making the big defiant gesture—and seeing the stupefied expression on the other person’s face—has generally been worth the price.

Soaked shoes are one thing, though, and a corpse is something else entirely. During a frigid week in early December, I bit off my nose to spite my face because of something the new guy in my life, Beau Regan, did. And I ended up in a big fat mess that involved all sorts of nasty things: a suspicious death, requests for kinky sex, my ass on the line at work, and a showdown with a killer who wanted to make sure I couldn’t tell what I knew. In the end I decided I’d have to behave more rationally when my knickers were in a twist. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

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