35They'd only been following me for one day, as far as I knew, so why such determination to find out why? One: I I don't care if you believe me, because you're not my father, you're not my uncle, brother, or anything. I want to report a, uh, a murder. I hadn't said anything that funny, had I?Jean-Claude's quiet voice came into the silence that followed that laugh.
It isn't one of the local lycanthropes, Zerbrowski. “Well, any other places where the monster could get out?” asked Phipps. He'd put a smaller towel on his hair and the blue of the cloth brought out the blue of his eyes. I kept backing up, and my heels hit something slick and thicker than just blood, and down I went.
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