It was hard to look through it all. The news articles about the sudden and tragic explosion that had killed Elizabeth Summers were surreal. I was alive and well, reading about my death. The building had burned to the ground and apparently, my body had been identified through dental records.
"Derek, what body? How did they 'identify' my body? I'm not in that burned-up building."
"Relocation provides a corpse, generally a homeless person who died and nobody claimed it. Then they swap that person's dental records in for yours. Justin and I called them that night once we got you out of the building. We knew we needed to have a fire to take care of the vampire's corpse and to get rid of the evidence of your attack."
That sort of made sense. "But what about the vampire's corpse? Didn't they find a skeleton or something along with the one put there to be me?"
