Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Bloor Line, about to start a long day.

Hispanic woman, mid 30s, wearing a long sleeved black tee with white and pink floral pattern, thin silver chain link necklace, holding a "tna" bag between her ankles.

Body Dump, Fred Rosen (Pinnacle-Kensington)

Page 61:

The cops began seriously wondering now. After getting past the obtuse possibility that all four women were now living the life of Riley on some beach somewhere, they came to the inescapable conclusion that someone had eliminated them.
A woman ran the subway doors as they closed, her back pack and left arm stuck in the gap. A litany of curses spilled from her lips, her patchwork bandana askew on her mop of short, curly blonde hair. She leaned forward like an ox pulling a sleigh and vaulted into the car, landing beside the reading woman, upsetting her coffee, the book sheltering a small patch over her lap.

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