Page 51 of The Cruelest Undead
Speaking of cops…
He and his partner had been called to the cemetery for a body, and they were a little shocked by what they’d found.
Oh, there was something rotten going on there.
The bodies?
All of them were missing from their crypts.
Oh, and then, to add some spice to the mess, there was one very fresh dead woman inside one of the vaults.
The blood alone…
Yeah, something was going on, and knowingNew Orleans, it wasn’t going to be good.
Seth would bet on it.
This screamed supernatural.
“What do you see, Seth?” he was asked by his partner as he was staring at the dead woman in the hundred-year-old crypt.
Yeah, that definitely wasn’t the last inhabitant. Someone did a body dump.
Call it a hunch.
Seth glanced over.
His new partner, Detective Logan Grayson, was standing in the middle of the scene, making notes about the crypt as he tried to avoid the blood splatters.
He was failing at it.
Yeah, that’s how much blood was there. Someone bled that victim out—everywhere.
“Carnage,” Seth admitted, keeping it close to the vest on this one.
He knew the truth.
Most of the homicides that weren’t gun related in the city were tied to one thing.
MONSTERS.
This was going to be that. He could tell.
Should I be insulted?Clariel asked, her voice softly whispering into his mind.
Never. I’m not talking about you, my love. I’m talking about the rogue things that Rinnon hunts. They are the monsters in this story.
There was laughter.
Good save.
Oh, he was aware.
Vamps got touchy when you called them monsters. They were one step down on the food chain under humans, and likely the more civilized.
Honestly, there wasn’t much that separated them—minus a soul.
“What do you think did this?” Logan asked, as he pointed at the dead woman inside the crypt. “She’s fresh.”
