Hva skjedde med Eva Li?, Syvende sans 7 av Synnøve Eriksen
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There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn't shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.
That's a lot of time to start asking yourself questions. Who am I? What have I done with my life?
Who can I trust?
He was hesitating, not wanting to touch the dead man. He knelt. "Why my town?" He poked through the dead man's pocket, careful not to touch skin. It was there, two keys.
"They think you have something that belongs to the king. I don't know what. I only picked up that much from eavesdropping."
"What would Rekton have that the king wants?" Kip asked.
"Not Rekton you. You you."
It took Kip a second. He touched his own chest. "Me? Me personally? I don't even own anything!"
The color wight gave a crazy grin, but Kip thought it was a pretense. "Tragic mistake, then. Their mistake, your tragedy."