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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
  44. Chapter 2
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by Kim Harrison
  47. Credits
  48. About the Publisher

Looking justified, he walked off, leaving me surrounded by FIB personnel trying not to meet my eyes. Damn it, I thought, my jaw clenched and my stomach churning. I was used to fear and mistrust from humans, but from my own kind? Mood sour, I hitched up my shoulder bag. Tom had a cell phone pressed to his ear. He’d get a ride. Why had I even bothered?

Jenks cleared his throat, and I started, having forgotten he had been sitting on my shoulder the entire time. “Don’t worry about it, Rache,” he said in a small voice. “He was just scared.”

“Thanks,” I said. While I appreciated the thought, somehow it didn’t make me feel much better. Tom hadn’t looked scared. He had looked hostile.

From across the way, Glenn finished giving instructions to a young officer. Clapping him on the shoulder, he headed in my direction, the gleam back in his eyes and his posture holding a repressed excitement. “Ready to take a look?” he said, his thick hands rubbing together.

I glanced at the dead Were, nose wrinkling. “What about the footies?” I said dryly, remembering the last time I was at one of his precious crime scenes.

He shook his head, eyes on the body. “They fouled the site,” he said, his disgust at the I.S.’s techniques clear. “Apart from throwing up on the victim, you can’t make it any worse.”

“Gee, thanks,” I said, jumping when his hand hit my shoulder companionably. I smiled at him so he knew it wasn’t unwelcome, just surprising, and he squinted.

“Don’t let it get to you,” the FIB detective said softly, his dark expressive eyes going to the witch’s distant silhouette among the tombstones. “We know you’re a good woman.”

“Thanks,” I said, exhaling to let the hurt go. What do I care what one witch thinks anyway? Even if he is cute?

From my ear Jenks snickered. “Awwww, you two are so sweet, I could fart fairy balls.”

Tossing my hair to make him fly away, I turned my attention downward. The men at the body had finished their preliminary look and moved off, loudly discussing how long the corpse had been here. It couldn’t have been more than since morning; the smell wasn’t bad, and there was no tissue damage from decay or flies yet. And yesterday had been hot.