The Wind in my Heart
Crystal Lake Publishing
“Maybe she knew the killer’s identity. Or, to take your worldview all the way, maybe she was a reincarnation of a Chinese soldier who massacred monks, nuns, and children.”
He studies my eyes like a jeweler searching for flaws. “Reincarnation is not limited by race, Detective. Next Chinese gangster you meet may have been your mother once, may have nurtured and cared for your needs when you were helpless, yes? Over thousands of lifetimes, why not? Maybe you owe him a debt.”
I don’t know what to say to this. He continues, “The killer has forgotten this. He needs to remember. All life is precious. This has gone too far.”
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