Her father raised his eyebrows with mild interest and nodded slightly. “I see. And you had no issues with disposal or the act itself?”

I shook my head. Honestly, it didn’t bother me as much as it should have, taking a life.

Mr. Linotti smiled, and it sent shivers down my spine. “I think I might have a job you can cut your teeth on.” He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a Polaroid. He waved it in the air triumphantly and walked over, placing it in my hand.I stared down at the man in the photo. He was pretty average-looking. Blond hair, relatively good-looking, and… ice-blue eyes.

“Is this a Bloodshed?”I blurted. I’d never seen one in real life, even in photos.

“It is. Do you not recognize him?”

I handed him the photo back. “Who is he?”

Keeping that sickening smile plastered on his face, he offered the photo to Aleida. She took it, and her hands shook.

“He is my daughter’s secret lover.”