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Well, except forfor herself

I listened to the dispatcher’s terse delivery, confiruess on’t be finishing the warding up tonight," I said

"We will finish it tomorrow," Eilahn stated, voice firm "It is even more evident that you require multiple sanctuaries" With that she turned and strode toward the motorcycle parked beside my car I frowned down at the blood on rab That should be enough And I had an umbrella in uard I was set for anything

Chapter 2

"This is wrong," I stated, infusing my words with as much e just how intensely I felt about this "So so SO wrong" I zipped her as a shiver wracked gled to think of an appropriate word

"It’s snow, you weirdo," Sergeant Scott Glassman retorted

"This is the Deep South!" I wailed Fluffy little flakes of madness swirled on the chill breeze and dotted the knit cap covering Scott’s bald head "It was nowhere near this cold an hour ago"

"It’s called a cold front Ninth grade science" He stood with a hip cocked and a thuood ol’ boy" street cop that he was We’d been teahtwith the rural eant about the time I becae of the Patrol division

"Yeah, well," I grumbled, "we’re not supposed to have snon here!"

Scott let out a snort "Would you rather have freezing rain?"

"I’d rather not have anything freezing, thank you verymy hands deeper into my pockets "I put up with hurricanes and the misery of Louisiana summer so that I don’t have to put up with snow or sleet or any other forod, you’re a weenie," Scott said

"I don’t like the cold!"

Scott turned to eyehis lips "Wellfor the weather?"

I hunched my shoulders in a vain atte their evil way downto be this cold Or snowy "I hissed the last word

The stocky cop gavelook "What, you don’t own a computer to check the forecast? A smart phone? A television? And is that really a Members Only jacket? I didn’t think anyone wore those any was made?"

I couldn’t exactly tell hiical security system on the PD to check the weather, or that my other--warmer--jacket had been clawed by a deh

We were in the parking lot of the Beaulac Nature Center--which was a fancy nah the woods and swaer than a utility shed, and a Plexiglas-covered map of the iravel and sparse grass--barely big enough to hold the two Beaulac PD police cruisers, crime scene van, my uneot, and a spanking new silver BMW

The sight of the crime scene van pleased me That meant that Crime Scene Technician Jill Faciane was already on the scene and doing her thing A transplant from the New Orleans PD, who’d moved to Beaulac after Hurricane Katrina, she knew her shit, worked quickly and efficiently, and was my kind of smartass Procedure dictated that crio tro I had solid hope that I wouldn’t have to stand out in the cold any longer than necessary

I dug into the pockets of loves in them from last year, but all I found was an old wadded up Kleenex that probably had soerms on it I didn’t see any trash cans around, and I didn’t feel right casually littering out here, so I reluctantly stuffed the old tissue back down intodead