Mortal Prey

“I wouldn’t want to do this again. Run into another Rinker.”
    “I don’t think there could be another Rinker,” Weather said. She bounced and smiled and said, “Ouch.”
    “What?”
    “The kid just kicked me.”
    Lucas put a hand on her belly. “Matt, or maybe Sam. New Testament or Old. Emilie spelled with an i-e, like the French do, or Annie, with an i-e, like the English.”
    “But never Clara.”
    “Never Clara,” Lucas said. “Clara’s gone.”
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