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“You don’t have to see Wagner to talk to him,” I said

“Right,” Bobby said, but his pulse had sped up against the side of his neck He’d been playing it as cool and calston had looked until that moment

“Duke, go calrowl

“Troy, stop being an ass”

“Is his bedside h that it was mostly for the people in the cell with me

“He’s usually pretty nice,” Kaitlin said as she drew a small piece of thread or fiber from the pals and containers with tiny crystals, or maybe they were rocks I was a little fuzzy on the difference, just like thread and fiber I s, but not all dogs were poodles, or were thread and fiber totally interchangeable?

“You’re not catching Duke at his best,” Livingston growled, and his voice had an edge to it that lance up at hiun was pointed, which I appreciated, but if I hadn’t been afraid that I’d set Bobby’s beast off, Istate cop Was his voice going lower because of the tenseness of themore?

I couldn’t sense any aniy off hiood enough, you could pass for pure human even to someone who had their own beast That level of control was rare, but I’dI couldn’t figure out was how Livingston could have passed the blood work that was mandatory after you survived an attack on the job Blood work didn’t care how good your control was, orfor monsters where there weren’t any

Bobby had dropped the blanket so that Kaitlin could get whole-body pictures It meant that he had to stand up, which ston had the shotgun barrel pressed against the bottole so that he’d er now, he’d paint Bobby’s brains on the ceiling instead of on the wall I stepped back while Kaitlin took her own pictures of the visual evidence on Bobby, but Livingston stayed put so that he was probably in at least so if they’d had to be presented in court I hoped they did get used in court, because that would mean Newman hadn’t had to execute Bobby and that we’d found someone else to put on trial for the murder

Bobby had been a good sport about Kaitlin looking for trace evidence in the dried blood on et overly embarrassed when she knelt in front of him so that her head was placed in front of the bloodyin the blood there that she wanted to pluck and put into a plastic Baggie I don’t know if it was the tweezers co toward his junk, or if he still didn’t knohy there was so ore caked on him there, but whatever the reason, he tried to back up, which un into his head Bobby pressed back against Livingston and his gun barrel as if he didn’t feel it

“Stop ravelly voice

Bobby kept trying to back away froy spike with the fear that I could see on his face It wasn’t his beast yet—his eyes were still huoose bumps

“I will shoot you!” Livingston growled, and he had to change angles again to keep me out of harm’s way

I appreciated his attempt, but Bobby was a

cting as if the threat was the woun This was going to get out of hand, and Neas right there outside the bars, so it would even be a legal kill