
<i>In front of you, behind you, all around you, killers everywhere.</i><br><i>One, two, and three, is it for you or him or them?</i><br><i>Red, red, red, red, red, red...</i><br><i>What the F?</i> <p>Junior is back and stupider than ever. It's all of us and the nonsense is irritating. Of course, I have killers in front of me and all around me. I'm me. Kane is Kane. And both of us came by our bad habits honestly. We have crappy fathers.<br>In other words, I push harmless Junior aside and head to a crime scene, and when I kneel beside the wealthy victim, I glance up to spy a painting that is pretty and one tone-red. When I inquire with the house manager about the artist, she can't remember who painted it, but she does know the name of the painting itself. <p>It's called <i>Red</i>.<br>The color of blood.<br>And now Junior has my attention. <p>Book 11 in the Lilah Love series.
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