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The bodies were still, no breath, no movement No fear they’d turn into vampires, like when Menolly had coone I took a deep breath and looked up at Mallen

"How bad are they?" Sing my fear, I tried to remind myself that I was a Death Maiden I escorted--or would soon escort--souls over through the veil as part ofthe empty bodies of not just my enemies, but anybody whom the Autumn Lord ordered me to take

He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly "They aren’t good It’s not…it’s bloody But the faces are fairly intact I think they’re recognizable enough The bodies were pretty ht near the blast The fifth…he never h the ride to the hospital"

Menolly and Camille joined me I reached for Camille’s hand as Mallen pulled back the first sheet I flinched I knew the face "Tom Thomas Creia He’s a roup of Weres working for environmental causes He’s married Two children"

Sharah jotted down the inforain, the sheet caain, a familiar face

"Crap Trixie Jones One of Marion’s sisters Coyote shifter Single I think she ed, but I’hter Whoever did this, I wanted to find them Now

The third sheet Another man This one, I knew by name but not to call friend But his death had not been pleasant, and the grimace on his face told me he’d died in pain

"Salvatore Tienes Werewolf He recently moved up from Arizona I don’t knohat pack he ith, but he’s been staying with a olf fa to stop I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t want to see as left--an irrational fear took hold, that it would be someone even closer Mallen drew back the fourth sheet

I stared Menolly and Caasp Even Chasehis head

"Exo Reed," he said quietly

Everybody in the Supe co to Supes He’d called us in on several jobs and was an upstanding member of the NRA and a reater Seattle area And now, he was so one to whatever afterlife awaited olves when they died

Tears threatened, but I sucked the the same, and Menolly had one of those horrific looks on her face that toldless than hunt down the scum who did this and rip them to shreds

"Show us the last, Mallen Then we should talk to the survivors" Chase glanced over at the elf but paused when Mallen held up his hand

Mallen barely looked old enough to be in high school, but he was far older than most of us "They aren’t in any condition to talk Theytime But I’ll do my best to have the we can about this blast" Chase looked fluo So, who’s our last victi to be someone else we knew, but this time it wasn’t a Were, but an elf, unfanized hih the records of who caht have seen hih the portals" I was shaken, and I hated to admit it, but I’d been relieved that our last casualty wore a stranger’s face Somewhere, he had to have family or friends ould miss him But for us, he was easier to handle--a cold statistic in what had become a terribly personal crime

"Did the fire or explosion kill the we overlooked? That we don’t know?" Ca to Mallen for answers

"Good question," Chase said

Mallen consulted his charts "Toxicology is still out, but the most obvious cause is massive trauree burns over h what?" I pulled out …when a bomb detonates--a horoups--they usually make sure it’s loaded with shrapnel Now, there are injuries due to shrapnel here, but it wasn’t fros Wood from the beams, metal from the tables that exploded Whatever blew up doesn’t seele" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>