I waited for the anger to come rushing through me, to ride over the fear and everything else, but it didn't come. Say what you mean, I said, and my voice wasn't as hoarse as his, but it didn't sound exactly like me either. Tell me, he said, voice soft. Which meant Damian had found a way to injure him that didn't include teeth or nails, those wouldn't have started healing, yet.
I realized as I hung up, I should have lied about speaking Italian, but hell, as good as I'd gotten at lying, my first reaction was still to tell the truth. Detective Arnet leaned in, and asked, Was that Lieutenant Storr? Yeah, I whispered, murder scene, gotta run. There was a look on his face that I'd seen all too often lately, a not-happy look. He wasn't burned.
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