Everyone had business in the morgue these days. Even Jim. I still owed him for this winter when he yanked me out of a mud trench ample of wilted snow and hydra.
He was the tightest thing to a partner I had. Once in a while we shared merc jobs from the Guild. This time I had stood him up. I'd have to make it up to him.
But first, I'd have to discover who murdered Greg. To accomplish that I would have to extrapolate what Pulisic's vampire was executing at the murder scene.
I alleviated the tension on the snake's inlet and gently hurled it into the air. The viper plunged and abruptly took flight. It loomed higher and higher, far above the rooftops into the sunshine, until it ultimately vanished from sight.
When I doubt or in need of information, find a stoolie and clasp him. That was one of the relatively few investigative strategies I was conscious of.
