I knew that he'd tried to get information about a vampire murder when he shook my hand. Tonight, I just thought he was accurate. Jean-Claude made a small line in his forehead, for him a frown, when he was trying not to show anything. Just a girl, just a voodoo dabbler, who no one trusts at their back.
I know he was a sadistic bastard. Gregory was about the only one in the house not tied to me metaphysically. His shirt was pale yellow, and his tie was a paler brown, with tiny gold and blue figures on it. I didn't simply smell the scents down his body, I tasted them.
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