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Every case has been bizarre in its oay, and other than the fact that they make no sense and have no evidence left behind, there’s no one thing that binds the to think every incident isdead bodies to re hearts and now heads What’s next? And why in the hell would a demon need body parts? It has to be someone with a vendetta or a mission, but why and what? These cases deliverup, that’s a severe problem
Short of the Frankenstein theory, everyone is stuy A Golalory only requires a hand of a murderer What the hell would anyone need a head for? Not even a part of the brain, but an entire flesh covered skull Can one feed a deer for souls and chaos, not actual flesh Is this some new breed of demon someone unearthed? Why wouldn’t it be? It’s not like we have enough things to worry about
I’ from professional wear in oversized sweatpants and a white T-shirt Cristobal’s irritation and anger burn a bright red through our bend He has slow burn anger, and it’s been brewing overnight When I got the call for the case thisissues lie I swear I can feel the heat the closer I get to the city I shift inThis puts a whole new spin on the phrase hot seat
Just when I think I’ used to the bond, a new quirk is uncovered I understand why he is unsettled Paranoia and plots couards every place I go Life is unscripted, and no a will keep me safe twenty-four hours a day Not that I’d entertain the constant sentry
Shifting into another lane, I kick the speedoine purrs, and I enjoy the perks of the upgrade The black BMW is leaps ahead of the Toyota Corolla stick shift I’d been babying since I was nineteen I glance down at the navigation center Twenty-minutes
An intense urge to switch into the far right lane slams into me I obey A loud pop makes me jump I watch in horror as a fourteen-wheeler loses its rear tire The mass of black rubber unravels and the car directly behind it veers to the right, directly into the car that would’ve been mine had I not moved The white Honda plows head-on into the wall, only to be T-boned a second later The hood flies up, and sins to roll out My heart beats erratically as I htly Coincidence or pot shot at my life?
“Are you okay?” Cristobal’s voice chimes in my head
“Fine, just saw a nasty accident on the highway”
I keep my suspicions to myself Accidents happen frequently, and I’ht Who wouldn’t be? Cals I pull into the parking lot next to the familiar aquamarine Studebaker Fel and Sacha step out of the car, and I feel like I can breathe
Sacha raiseslady,” she crows
“I do”
“No s solo, please There are three of us at WFH, you know?” Fel adds
“I know This was supposed to be an info run I never expected anything else”
“Afterant all the details Right now, this case deserves our full attention”
“Have you guys been inside?” I ask