“Wait. Scratch that. Bad things tended to happen whenever I contemplated that question. The detectives had been monitoring us—and had readily admitted it—but if they’d seen us doing anything illegal, they hadn’t alluded to it or even asked questions about it. In fact, they’d seemed downright leery of us. As if their eyes had finally been opened to the truth, and they knew we were slayers, the only thing standing between them and a zombie apocalypse. They’d come because a corpse had been ...found. A teenage boy. They showed River and Cole a set of photographs, hoping to get an ID, and River finally said, his tone hollow, “That’s Cary. He’s mine. No other family.” The detectives offered little information about the boy’s murder and soon left with a cryptic “Be careful.” What did they know? And did it affect us? “Let’s get back to Ankh’s.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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