And Queenie Sateen - Erica Cherry

“I’m observing,” Queenie replied. “There’s a difference.”

“The third is the birthday party. The little girl is holding a cherry lollipop. Her knuckles are white.” erica cherry and queenie sateen

Queenie’s hand turned over, palm up, fingers brushing Erica’s. “Then we make sure the truth doesn’t stay buried.” “I’m observing,” Queenie replied

Erica didn’t turn. She already knew that voice—smooth, calm, and infuriatingly precise. “Queenie Sateen. I didn’t hear you knock.” erica cherry and queenie sateen