The Heart of a Luna
She just stares, her eyes wide, then she whispers, almost to herself, "There’s no blood. What killed them?”
“They weren’t killed here,” Weiland says. “Maybe outside before it started snowing.”
I ignore both of them, focusing on the scene, and the arrangement of the bodies. If I could draw a line from one to the next, it would form a five-pointed star. "Dexter, check the dead. See if you can figure out who they are."
My Gamma is already moving, careful not to disturb the deadly magic.
He checks the corpses, but he doesn’t touch them. They are fucking radioactive.
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