Souls often hung around the bodies as if unsure what to do, but by three days' time the souls were usually gone to wherever souls were supposed to go. The thermometer beeped. If what was happening to me now was a gunfight, then I'd never been in one before. I fired anyway, shooting into the wall beside it.
He said solve the case when what he usually meant was kill them, kill them all. There was a white envelope pinned to the front of the mailbox with a knife. It didn't look like Edward at all until I met his eyes. Sometimes on the preternatural bad stuff they refuse the trail.
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