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unnaturally steady her hands were. She didn't breathe and her heart didn't beat. She could play dead better than any opossum in the world! It made putting on her face and turning herself into a gothic goddess of the night child's play.
    Beth blew the girl in the mirror a kiss and then winked. Tonight's victim didn't stand a chance! She spun away and walked out, pausing only to grab her jacket and slinging it over her shoulders. She stopped in the hall and turned to look at the balcony doors. She'd climbed up the building from where she'd landed last night. Maybe she could reverse her course and experience the same thrill without the heroin?
    She threw the doors open and ignored the cold wind that snapped her jacket behind her. The breeze tickled her legs pushed her hair behind her. The right corner of her lip raised in a contemptuous smile. She would never be Mother Nature's bitch again.
    Beth walked to the railing and leaned forward to look down the side of the building. Her eyes grew wide and she stumbled back a half step. That was a long ways down! How the heck had she climbed up the side of the building? She remembered jumping and reaching for things to grab on to a few times. She shook her head in disbelief.
    "Fuck this!" Beth spun and went back inside. The elevator seemed like a great idea all of a sudden. She rode it down and strolled through the lobby, pausing to smile and wave at the security guard near the door.
    He waved back and asked, "Do you need a taxi, Miss Adams?"
    "I'm good, just staying local," Beth replied.
    "Have a good time," he said before ducking his head back down to whatever was on his desk.
    Beth nodded and pushed the door open. She glanced back quickly and saw him checking her out. She turned her head back before he could notice and slipped out onto the sidewalk. It was nearly seven o clock, early enough that she could get away with just about anything.
    Beth paused and glanced up and down the street. Should she check out some of the meat markets to try and find a mark? She was dressed to kill— literally! She could lure out some unlucky punk easily. Some tasty young piece of meat that she could show the greatest thrill of his life. Greatest, and last.
    Beth spun to her left and started walking. She walked past a few smaller bars and then considered checking out the Fillmore. She'd never been there, but according to the marquee tonight's show didn't start for another hour. She walked on and moved past the Hockeytown Café after slowing and staring through the windows. Not enough people drinking and milling about.
    She walked on, studying the people that were huddled in their coats as they moved down the streets. Even the couples and groups were rushed by the cold. February in Michigan was a dreadful time, she remembered that much and had to fight a grateful smile. Penny had given her a gift beyond anything she could have ever imagined.
    Three young men in suits jogged across the road and ducked into a bar around the corner. Beth watched them and smiled. The man in the back had dark hair and just enough scruff to look like he was trying a little too hard to look like he wasn't trying. He was the kind of guy she would have admired from afar and never approached. She'd been way too shy.
    Not anymore.
    Beth followed them into the bar without bothering to look at the neon name above the doorway. She paused at the entryway near the hostess's station, looking for the three.
    "Good evening, welcome to—"
    "I'm meeting someone," Beth interrupted the hostess. She flashed the surprised girl a smile and swept by her towards the bar.
    All three men were leaning against the bar and talking while preparing to pull out some bar stools and sit down. Beth moved up to the man with the scruff and reached up to rest her hand on the back of his neck.
    He jerked and turned around. She kept her grip on him, stopping him from escaping. "What the— uh, hello?"
    Beth smiled. "Hi, I'm Liz."
    "Uh, Liz? This is— damn,