DEAD GIRL'S DON'T LIE
lled like anti
ghts before dissipating against the ceiling tiles. The hospital had banned smoking five years ago, but
apping on latex gloves. "Let's see wh
rfect. Death hadn't roughed her up much-just the neat little gunshot wound under her jaw, the kind the cops ca
d been suspiciously sparse. No defensive wounds. No signs of struggle. Just anot
lsh
incision some overworked pathologist had stitched back toget
," she murmured. "Your fiftee
, nothing ha
elids sna
them twitch. Once, she'd even seen one sit up and sing
were
whole. When her lips parted, the sound that came out wasn't speech.
ing about h
fingers, landing on the tile with
rot thickened, clogging her throat. Lila's mouth kept moving, but the voice wasn't h
ike the others.
ttered to the floor, the sound like gunshots in the sterile silence. Her pulse
the skin just above the radial artery-a spiral wit
ght. She'd seen
body. In an
nother pretty girl had "
ture plummeted. Somewhere in the
ed too far to the left. Black liquid oozed from her lips, her nostrils, the c
ing for y
icing through the sleeve of her leather jacket. In the strobe-like flashes of dying fluorescents
Nyx bolted
d shut in
metal groaned as something d
ing sounds. The sten
rd impact, it burst open, sending her sprawling into the hallway. She hit the lin
alley behind the hospital. Rain sheeted down, instantly soaking through her clothes. S
nds on her knees, and vo
her mouth, she realized thre
's corpse-vomit had landed. It was moving.
w burned into her palm, faint but
asn't
s Ve
Male. Smooth. Laced with somethi
drifting toward the sw
s and tousled dark hair, his tailored coat doing nothing to hide the athletic bu
Investigative journalist. Pro
ing glow of a streetlight. Rain dripped off his j
did to her," he s
w a corpse throw up nightmare fuel and try to w
an, the sha
from the brick wall, resolving into a shape-tall, too tall, its limbs jointed all wrong
that split vertically d
d her gaze. We
e grabbed his arm and y
he snarl
ed, and the sound was like