Page 351 of Icy Cold Death

Judge Jesse Thompson’s

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Eleven Thirty P.M.

When they got there, they parked down the street. Tori opened her doors, and saw Trey crouched down behind some bushes with them.

“I need you to find them. Hurry.”

He saluted her, and headed off, pulling Bethany with him.

They might move faster if they weren’t dressed like freaking Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

Only, beggars couldn’t be choosers. They didn’t have the jurisdiction to be there, so that meant being very careful. They needed to surprise them.

Glancing down at her watch, all the lights were out in the big mansion. It appeared that they were asleep.

What was their plan?

Get the first killer away from the second killer. Once they had Cyrus safe, they could use him against the judge to bring them both in.

First thing first, they needed to get through the gate.

Before she could suggest climbing it, and breaking all kinds of rules, her dead were hauling ass across the grass and toward them.

“Uh, heads-up. They’re back,” Tori said to Bishop and Genesis.

Trey rushed their way, and the women who couldn’t see him felt him there.

It got colder and that was saying a lot since they were standing outside.

“Uh, good news and bad news.”

That was befuddling.

“What is it?” Tori asked.

Trey continued.

He used the phone app since Bishop and Genesis couldn’t hear him.

“GUESS. WHAT. THE. GOOD. NEWS. IS. THE. WIFE. ISN’T. DEAD.”

“What?” Tori asked.

They stared at each other.

He had to be kidding.

“You can’t be serious,” Bishop said. “Genesis truth’d him. He killed her.”

Genesis was shocked.

“I’m rarely wrong.”

Trey wasn’t done.

“WELL. SHE. IS. NOT. THE. BAD. NEWS. IS. YOU. ARE. TOO. LATE. CYRUS. IS. DEAD. HE’S. WRAPPED. IN. A. TARP. THEY. ARE. BURYING. HIM. IN. THE. FLOWER. BED. DON’T. PEOPLE. KNOW. THAT. GROWS. FUNGUS? WE, DID. THAT. ONCE. BEFORE.”

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