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Alacrity
Ducky greatly enjoyed Mary's alacrity, especially with conversation. He'd never met anyone with a more lively mind, who was so eager to talk about anything and everything that came to Ducky's mind. In fact, he'd noticed that most people tuned out his stories.
Maybe that's why he never considered someone like her in his profile of the killer. Or maybe it was human nature to assume that if someone seemed to be happy that they weren't out there killing people. Ducky only knew that finding out Mary was the serial killer he'd been chasing hurt on more than one level.
