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I take it and pull her into my arms for another long, hot kiss before my phone starts vibrating in my back pocket.

“I really do have to go now. See you tomorrow, Frankie.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she says with a wink.

I don’t bother checking my phone until I get to the flower van. I know it’s the church calling for the results of my investigation. The results I’m not willing to give.

I was sent here to investigate reports of missing cadaver organs. Under normal circumstances, the church wouldn’t bother with what the police force should handle themselves, but this one got a bit weird.

The cadaver organs were replaced by the same organ but older and in disrepair. It looks as if someone is swapping organs with someone halfway through the mummification process.

The other weird part is all of them were prepared by Frankie in one way or another. They all passed through her funeral home.

So either Frankie is an abomination or someone is getting into her building and making the exchange before business hours.

Frankie being an abomination would explain why I am so sexually aroused by her.

But which abomination class is she? I know she isn’t a shifter. She’s not a vampire. What else is there? What else could she be?

Is there an abomination out there that swaps organs? I’ll have to delve deeper into my research.

There’s no way Frankie-MYFrankie- is an abomination, right? Fuck. If she is, what do I do? Do I follow my duty and get rid of her? Do I lie to the church?

My phone buzzes again.

Elder Kirwin:

You’re late.

It would be him. The Elder who is the most aggressive in his forms of annihilation. He prefers a slow, painful death to a quick, merciful one. I sigh and type out my response.

Me:

I’m aware. I am on my way. I was a bit indisposed.

The sent turns to read and I know he’s seen it. Climbing into the van, I buckle up and pull down the visor. I need the mirror to make sure I don’t look like I just railed Frankie in the office.

The ride to the fellowship hall is silent. I don’t even bother with the radio. The miserable what-ifs in my mind are far too loud to enjoy it anyway.

The white fellowship hall of Township Church of God has dozens of vehicles surrounding it. Is this a regional meeting? My phone buzzes as soon as I park.

Frankie:

I enjoyed our meeting today. Another may be required tomorrow.

I chuckle and unbuckle. I have to get this over with. Then I can get back to Frankie.

Chapter Three

Francesca

It’s been afew hours since my rendezvous with Victor. He’s always been a reliable lay. I have to get the faux flowers out of here before he gets back though. Victor is a surprisingly jealous florist.

The small stain on my shirt. Fuck. How did I forget about that? Closing my office door, I take off my blouse and pull my spare out of my top desk drawer.

I learned my lesson about being unprepared when a small child threw applesauce on me in the early days. I will have to make a mental note to replace that.

My phone vibrates on my desk. Victor’s face illuminates the screen.

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