Page 137 of The Cruelest Undead

“I have the reports,” he said, as he handed Flynn the paper.

He read over them and shared.

“Her tox was clean of drugs, but she did have a high BAC level. She was definitely drinking.”

Well, she’d told them that she was at a club, so that made perfect sense.

It reminded him of how he first met Jolie and Jacques those years ago. She must have been lurking in his mind because she made her presence known.

Oh, are we going dancing?Jolie asked.We both know I love to do that.

He laughed.

We? Yeah, I think you know the answer to that, wife.

Flynn, you know you want to. You love a sex club and dance club. Been there and done that together a few times.

Yes, yes, they had.

Because he was curious, Rinnon interrupted. While he was privy to most of Flynn’s memories, there were a few the man kept locked away to protect them.

It wasn’t like he randomly erased them.

Not intentionally.

What is this sex club thing? Why have you not shared this with me before?

Because those are private memories that are mine and Jolie’s. Mind your business.

When do I get private memories? I want half of your brain. That would be fair.

Never happening.

When he went to complain, he stopped the demon God so that he could focus.

Jolie too.

Can we not now? I’m working.

They both got quiet, but there was no doubt they were going to bug him later.

You better believe it.

Flynn focused on the ME.

“Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate your help. You should notify her family.”

“We don’t have an ID on her yet. She came in without a wallet.”

Because she deserved justice, they shared what Rinnon had found out.

“Try matching her to a woman by the name of Ophelia Williamson,” Seth said, clueing the man in.

There was no point making the family suffer through the red tape. That was cruel.

He didn’t question it, thankfully.

“Oh, thanks!”

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