11:34 at The Roxx, a local bar, a real
dive. The victim, a female 28, pale complexion, straight red hair in
a ponytail, brown eyes, short, thin, dressed to party. “Not a
working girl, but ..”
The coroner, Jimmy, and I looked at the
gaping hole that was her chest. “Death was caused by blunt force
trauma?”
“No, this trauma was caused by
something coming out.” The coroner was dead pan and serious.
“An exit wound?” I gingerly lifted
her shoulders and Jimmy looked.
“No entrance wounds.” His eyes
widened in shock “Something came out of her.”
Maybe it was the shock of what I was
seeing or what my mind was trying to absorb was too much for me right
then. I don't know, but something was watching. Something close by
was moving, claws were scraping on concrete as it moved in the
shadows. As it sniffed the wind and, as I would learn later, got our
scents.
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