"Three possibilities," he says. "Bullet to the head, prescription drug overdose, or... extreme blood loss." The analyzer points to the leg, or lack of. That particular appendage was missing, looked like it was bitten off or eaten.
I shake my head. "I think that it is something much worse." The missing leg was catching my attention.
The analyzer laughed. "Don't be absurd!" he began, "The Kezarah hasn't been anywhere near this city in decades."
That was exactly the thing that bothered me. This return was long overdue.
But it can't be, could it? The Kezarah is that mad man cult that doesn't usually say only the appendages. They eat more of the faces and the hearts, Not legs. This is a problem. "Night Phil," says Tom as he Packs up his tools, ready to leave.
"Tom!" I say, almost angrily. "The Kezarah might not be the cause of this, but it could be another cult. You know how much they all love Blood.
Tom shuddered. "How could I forget?" He took one more look at the body. "It could have been suicide, to save himself from the pain."
"No. Something is coming, and I don't know what it is."
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