Page 133 of The Cruelest Undead

“Yes, I’ve been a cop for a long time—before you were even born.”

He stared at her.

“I’ll give you some space. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry that I’m a monster.”

And with that, she opened the back door and stepped out into the sunlight. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t die in the sun thanks to Rinnon’s mark.

Because now, she felt like it.

The one person the universe had matched her to believed her to be nothing more than a monster.

Today was the icing on the shit cupcake, and she was ready to tap out.

The tears came, as she left him behind.

When she closed the door, he watched her walk away to go sit in the park across the street. The further away she moved, the more he felt it.

And he knew one thing.

He was hella confused.

About a lot of things.

* * *T u e u r A n t i q u i t i e s* * *

Inside The Police Station

Morgue

Same Time

Together, they headed toward the morgue that was housed downstairs in the building, and once inside, they were met with Doctor Millard Matel.

He was an older gentleman, and he was waiting for them, thanks to Seth.

“Detectives, welcome,” he offered, shaking their hands in greeting.

Seth made the introductions, even though he knew the whole damn police station knew who this particular cop was.

“This is Detective Flynn Brogan, and his partner, Detective Tommy Gress.”

The man looked confused, but that was completely normal. They watched as he seemed to try to remember something.

Luckily for them, the compulsion held.

“You look familiar, but I can’t recall if we worked a case together.”

Ironically, he did legitimately know them. Flynn had him as an ME on a case once, and it was clear the man was trying to break through that wall that Rinnon built.

Well, he wouldn’t.

“Yes, we’ve crossed paths,” he admitted.

From inside him, Rinnon was stirred up, and that was never a good thing.

Why are you so twitchy?

Rinnon went there.

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