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His words were a revelation: they revealed her thoughts, her feelings, her loneliness, as though he'd unlocked her soul.
They revealed her.
He offered her friendship – the first tentative step to something more, something grander.
Harleen was elated. She began collecting his stories: newspaper clippings, police reports, psych evals, everything; she studied them religiously, and peppered her office walls with his calling cards, his mugshots with her lipstick imprints.
He was so handsome, and indeed the glamorous psychopath she had longed to dissect. He would make her famous.
(Already she was a celebrity in his eyes. She had to be.)