Sam was small but steel-muscled, ice-eyed, and men nearly twice her size gave her space when she walked into a room. She was quick with a gun, quicker with her fists, and quickest of all at catching Choirboys.
Most chalked up her success to coming from a long line of cops, from proving herself on the streets of Chicago, from an uncanny knowledge of Hebrew. None guessed she was part Listener, that she’d heard a voice calling to her in the night when she was young, but instead of answering, she rolled over and went back to sleep.
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