Smakebit på søndag: Dime Store Magic

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Jag började läsa den tredje boken i Kelley Armstrongs serie Women of the Otherworld idag, och istället för varulven Elena så är det en häxa som var med i förra boken som är huvudperson. I utdraget så försöker någon sätta dit henne för mordet på hennes advokat, ett mord hon inte har begått, och hon är förd till polisstationen för förhör:

    “I know you didn’t do this alone,” she said. “I heard what happened to Grantham Cary. I doubt Mr. Universe could do that to a person, let alone a young woman your size.” 

    So this was the good cop. The one who was supposed to make me spill my guts, an older woman, maternal, understanding. I wanted to leap to my feet and tell her to take her act and go. 

    As I sat there, I realized why such an overused police routine worked. Because, after hours of being yelled at and made to feel like a lowlife degenerate, I was desperate for validation, for someone to say, “You’re not a cold-blooded killer and you don’t deserve to be treated this way." 

    I knew this woman didn’t give a damn about me. I knew she only wanted a confession so she could high-five her colleagues watching through the one-way glass. Yet I couldn’t help wanting to confide in her, to gain a smile, a look of sympathy. But I knew better, so I fixed her with a cold stare and said, “I want a lawyer.” 

    A smirk tainted Flynn’s warmth. “Well, that could be difficult, Paige, considering he’s just been taken to the morgue. Maybe you don’t understand the seriousness—"

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