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Donna Regina Lazzari was grinding the remains of a Grey Tortoise cigarette into the crystal ashtray on her desk when Annelise and Dallen appeared. The latino woman let the slightest hint of a grin tug at the corner of her lips, as she looked up to address the pair. 

“I take it Rickman is dead?” the inflexion in her voice made a simple question sound that much more like a bold statement. 

“A little slower than I’d have liked, but the Torres family will get the message, all the same.” 

She paused, taking a moment to look Annelise over.

“I have five thousand caps for you...but who's your friend?”