Flying Death
she says, pulling back and crossing her arms.
I run over all possible scenarios we discussed and I’m just about to flip out when my phone rings.
“Yeah, Buddy, you’re on speaker,” I say, falling into the chair. Hazel immediately gets on my lap.
“Only one scent in there I didn’t know, it was female. I brought in Fingers and he confirmed it was a new Fly that’s been buzzing around. Name of Cassie, been seen a lot with Grouch. It was literally all over your room, she went through drawers, all kinds of shit,” he says.
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