Supernatural Sleep_An Urban Fantasy Mystery by Ann Denton

Author:Ann Denton [Denton, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Le Rue Publishing
Published: 2018-10-30T05:00:00+00:00

I stare at the hospital dumpsters in disgust. They are overflowing with black bags stuffed as high as mountains. Can you believe searching them is better than the alternative?

“Hal is an unwashed diarrhea butt.” And I’m stupid for bringing him in for questioning. So stupid.

Down at the station, when asked why he ran from the hospital, Hal admitted he scented a female boar shifter in heat through the open window. “Instinct, man. Had to fry that bacon, if you know what I mean.”

Somehow, this answer removes Hal from the suspect list, for the male shifters questioning him, anyway. Personally, I think anyone who can make a metaphor about dead, cooked kin should be examined more thoroughly.

Hal told Bennett that Alvin Masterson had a visitor a few hours before death. A man. A tall man. Fae with big cheekbones.

Yup. I was behind the glass at that moment, watching the interview. I’m pretty sure everyone in the building heard my forehead hit the table. It was an attempted suicide, to be clear. Just not a well-thought-out one.

I pulled the photo of Jackson Rock, Rain’s new boyfriend/Halloween Board member, from Seena’s files and marched straight into interrogation.

Hal’s expression and nod were all it took.

My life is over.

I can feel the guilt spell from here. Four floors down, with a wall between us, my mother’s fury radiates and makes my knees shake.

Bennett and Flowers are up there now, questioning Jackson as he lays in a hospital bed.

It gets better. Not only did Hal indict my sister’s new squeeze, he said Jackson drank a soda during the visit.

“Which is weird man, because, it was like, a heated conversation. There was yelling and stuff.” —That’s a direct quote from the brainiac himself.

What happened to said soda? Oh, well, Hal threw the can in the trash can next to the victim’s bed.

From this glorious interview, Bennett’s come to the conclusion that the soda can must be spelled. It must be the murder weapon that drained Alvin’s magic and his life force. And we must find it. Now. (Smell the desperation? Or the fury? I’m not sure which it is. I don’t have a shifter nose.)

Hal can’t remember much about the second room. (I’m shocked.) Zanno was behind curtains. Hal doesn’t remember the guy having specific visitors. He just said, “Nurses and stuff are always coming in and out. It’s hard to keep track of stuff.”

I shudder as I remember Bennett turning to me with a hard gleam in his eye. “Fox, you brought him in. You find the can.”

So, here I am at trash mountain.

Seena stands next to me, an evidence collection bag in hand. “Hey, you could use your powers to lose all the soda cans in the trash into the parking lot or something.”

“And end up with a chicken leg again? Or worse, a wing? What if it spreads? I don’t know why that happened or how long it will take to go away. No thanks. I’m better off not using my freak powers.”

He shrugs, “We’ve all seen the chicken leg already.

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