Alothia, confessed killer!
"Did she think all that pink was going to throw me off the trail? Oh, she was sweet, all right, and she was flashing just enough to make me want to risk grabbing a handful... but it was all show. Behind those pretty eyes were plans, visions, and they had all involved blood, gnashed teeth, and rage. I can't blame her, but I had a job to do. Those pretty hands left fingerprints, dollface, and I noticed that speck of blood on her stocking. They were gonna love that pink in the slammer."
"Did she think all that pink was going to throw me off the trail? Oh, she was sweet, all right, and she was flashing just enough to make me want to risk grabbing a handful... but it was all show. Behind those pretty eyes were plans, visions, and they had all involved blood, gnashed teeth, and rage. I can't blame her, but I had a job to do. Those pretty hands left fingerprints, dollface, and I noticed that speck of blood on her stocking. They were gonna love that pink in the slammer."
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."