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It was 6:30 phbor&039;s house

I was inthe internet video feed of Kingsley&039;s shooting Despitethe bullets Although immortal, each shot must have hurt like hell, and, at the tie to render hie of the shooter, which was still pretty grainy Unfortunately, due to the poor quality of the ie, it was impossible to tell if the shooter had been Rick Horton Whoever it had been earing a generic warm-up jacket and a red ball cap See a fake mustache, too, but I couldn&039;t be sure It just seemed too prole, as if the glue had come undone This, too, was noted in the police file

I no Horton owned a 22, and a 22 was used in the criet me? Not much, but at least it was a start

I felt uneasy, unrested, undead

Shrugging my shoulders, which at this time of the day suddenly seeht�Dan ache in ertips Like trying to catch a fish with your bare hands Since e, ht possible

Maybe this is what it feels like to be dead

I next found an article on the internet about the sley&039;s one-ti a olf, he pro lot, still inside his car, shot outside a seedy bar I was unfortunately fa

Interestingly, no one yet had sley&039;s attack

Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree

Did olves bark?

I sat back inThe cobwebs in one corner of the rooh I felt no breeze I should probably clean those so presence in the sky was the reason behind eneral foul temperament

I used to worship the sun Noas my enemy

Or, like Superers on the desk My nails were thick and somewhat pointed The nails themselves were impossible to cut They shaped theth

I wondered again if Horton had hired a killer

But that didn&039;t feel right No hiterous atteht In front of video caodda a point; ht I was sure of that Oh, he cared just enough to wear souise, but I truly felt in my heart that the shooter had not expected to actually escape

But the shooter had escaped

There was a knock on s were a little shaky The shakiness was due to the lingering presence of the sun I h the house, to the front door

And standing there in my dooras Detective Sherbet of the Fullerton Police Depart of donuts

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We sat in the living roo chair and he was on the sofa across fro, and I felt vulnerable My ish In fact, I feltbefore ethorpe lanced inside the open bag andthe stereotype of policemen and donuts," I said

"Hell, I am the reason for that stereotype" He chuckled to himself "Lord kno many of these I&039;ve eaten Can&039;t be too bad for you I&039;"

I looked ahen he took a healthy bite into his donut

"You don&039;t look too well, Mrs Moon Is it too early in the day for you? I tried co when the sun set, you knoith your skin condition and all Nohat sort of condition do you have?"

I told hiht, that one," he said "Well, I looked into it"

"Really?"

"Oh, I&039; to snoop on you, Mrs Moon, I assure you I just love learning new things Always been that way"

I nodded; he was snooping on me

He continued, "Anyway, apparently it&039;s a very rare condition Usually shows up first in children, not so much in adults" He let his voice trail off

"Well, I&039; too chatty Warning bells were sounding in h the how your case is co" He chuckled again

"Our case isfine," I said

"Any leads?"

"Not yet" I&039;m always hesitant to share any information to cops At least, not until I&039;m ready When I needed Sherbet, I&039;d come to him Not the other way around