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"Yes," she whispered "I woulda done anything to make it stop"

"That’s why you need to talk to us," Daniel said, leaning forward "You’re a valuable witness because you survived that possession, and you can help us prevent it fro to other PDHs"

"You don’t have to say that" Daniel blinked, confused at Bonita’s words "PDH I’m a zombie, and I know it" Her voice turned hard "I also knohat happens to zoht, whether they did it on purpose or not" She narrowed her bloodred eyes "Right?"

"No one will kill you, Bonita," I said "I won’t let them I promise"

Daniel scowled at me I had no authority to make a promise like that But so what? I meant what I said I’d enlist Kane to help and then--

Oh

My heart turned to lead and sank to ood-bye I doubted he’d be taking htened in her chair and took a deep breath "So you wanna knohere I was?" A huh escaped her lips "It’s like I told you--nowhere Or if it was somewhere, it wasn’t like any place I’ve ever been"

"I’ you," Daniel said

Bonita snorted "You wouldn’t want to follow " He shuffled through his papers, then picked one up and scanned its text "According to records, you left Deadtown on Thursday at nine fourteen PM as part of a group of workers The group was covered by a Class B permit held by the We Klean 4U maintenance company You were the only worker who didn’t return" He set down the piece of paper and tapped it with his index finger "Where did you go after you exited the checkpoint?"

"To work I clean offices in a building on Boylston Street" She gave the address, and Daniel wrote it down

"Was anyone with you there?"

"Just my friend Suzanne, but ork on different floors The third floor was empty, except for me Until he showed up"

"Who?"

"The Devil"

Daniel looked up sharply I did the same Bonita was dead serious

"The Devil," she insisted "I knoas Even though at first I thought it was just souy" Neither Daniel nor I said a word Bonita’s hand shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear "I’d al the hallhen I looked up to see atoward me, fast I didn’t knohat to do We’re supposed to keep a low profile because so zombies clean their offices It’s usually not a problem, since we clean after hours Anyway, all of a sudden there was this guy, and he looked mad"

"Can you describe him?" Daniel asked

"Tall Dark eyes with thick black lashes Black hair, too, but pale skin Unhealthy pale, like a vampire But ould a vampire come after a zombie? He wore a black suit, and all that black aze went distant, and she shuddered "He looked like Death coet me"

It was my turn to shudder She’d just described Pryce Poor Bonita I kne it felt to have that scowling face approach, lips twisted in a sneer, intent on doing harm Of course she’d think of death and devils

"I started to apologize," Bonita continued "Why, I don’t knoas only doing ry, like he wanted to hurt rabbed both , because after that everything went dark" She hugged herself and rocked in her seat "But I couldn’t have passed out, because I rerip hurt my arms I smelled the randparents’ back porch And the sounds Mean, horrible laughter Screaone to hell"

"That’s one name for it" I turned to Daniel "Somehow, Pryce pulled her into the de Bonita "What happened next?"