Oh, this dream was so not turning out, not even with Dan the Marlboro Man holding me tight against his broad chest. “You’re saying that’s me over there? That body is mine?”
Lana pulled a tissue from her pocket and dabbed at her eyes. To Taylor she whispered, “Dan’s telling her now. This is not going to be good.”
Dan’s hand snared my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you’re dead. The Fulton Falls Ripper got you.”
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