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“Hey, Vannah” Hands shoved in his pocket, and his shoulders hunched, Clark looked defeated
“Hey, Clark, what’s up?” Pain flickered in the depths of her dark eyes We went fro wounded
“I think I rounds The tarot card fetish is a dead giveaway It’s two Caucasian males mid-forties to th and dark eyes They’re tall, over six feet and lanky I don’t know if it’ll help But I figured it was ed
“How do you know all that?” Vannah narrowed her eyes
“Ghost hotline”
“Wow, thank you, Clark” She shifted on the couch, and Carey could see her discoht in the act or she’d been rehost tip made him uneasy
“I’lad to finally be of some use It’s been pretty anti-climatic I come down and do what? Pop in and out”
“I think Carey and I both agree just seeing you changed our lives irrevocably You can’t be nant than that”
“Well, when you say it that way” Clark smiled
For a brief moment it was like time had reversed and they were as they had always been Carey savored the moment, held it close to his heart Clark’s return had been an upheaval, unearthing enored for years This was the good part, a new happyin around them
Chapter Eight
“Daainst the desk Frustrated, she shoved away from the wooden prison she’d been chained too for what felt like an eternity A week of searching, and nothing!
“It’s like these guys are ghosts! I can’t find hide nor hair of them No loose ends, no cases that line up or bodies that fit the description If they did all these kills based on cards, where are the re an answer, she paced the tiny confines of the office
“Listen, it’s getting late Why don’t we call it?” Carey's reasonable suggestion made her surly I’m like a lion with a thorn in its paw She wanted to snarl and hurl a cutting comment Instead she walked over to theand peered out The sun had begun to fall froht now the people of Dale were out enjoying the beauty, blissfully unaware of the sick bastards who utted her
She ran a hand through her hair and nodded Her nerves were paper thin The walls around them seemed to shrink The need to escape hit her like a roundhouse to the chest On autopilot she returned to her laptop and shut it down