This is not one of those stories.
A man quietly minding his own is approached by two woman with a seemingly dark agenda. What follows is the beginning of a series of events that will change all of their lives forever.
“By right the innocent will always be free. That’s simple enough to understand. Now, let me show you what we do with the ones that are guilty”
Nope- not gonna dignify that question with a response. I keep quiet as I suddenly catch a whiff of formaldehyde.
“You’re making this too easy, Custer.” a voice familiar taunted.
God damn it- of course it had to be Zombina. FUCK! That smirking ginger zombie had to be enjoying every moment of this.
“Tell that chopper to move to the assembly area- I can’t fly five feet thanks to the rotor wash!” the cupid barked to somebody over the radio.
“Ma’am- this is a crime scene.” I can hear one of the other officers say. “I’m going to have to ask you to keep back.”
Only she wasn’t talking to Zombina.
“Hold up! Hold up!” another familiar voice called out.
The pushy raccoon-dog drew incredulous glares from the cupid and zombie as she made her way through the police cordon as though she was daring anybody to stop her.
“I’m sure you girls would get in really big trouble with the U.S. Attorney’s Office if their big case got thrown out because my client was roughed up while in your custody.” Akagane continued, looking around reproachfully at Bina, the cupid and other officers still in tactical gear.
Everyone around Horace’s desk leaned in and waited for the LeAnan-Sidhe to continue. But after several seconds, it became clear that she was done speaking.
“Now as I was about to say,,..“ Arawn began, with a glance down towards the now thoroughly baked Stinker.
“Fuckers!” Mara hissed as she glared at each of them in turn.
“Language!” Arawn injected with a disapproving frown