Sep 29, 2006 19:40
I was called in on this one late.
Though better late than never, I guess.
The body, found in the mausoleum of Queen of Heaven Cemetary early this morning by a caretaker, had been found with her wrists and throat cut. At first, considering that the weapon used had been found with the body, the police had assumed a suicide attempt.
All it took was a look at the weapon to decide that that might not be entirely accurate.
So they called Downtown. And then Downtown called me.
At first, it looked like something from a cult of some sort. But what sort? That was the question that worried me.
And after a look at what I had to deal with, I knew I had to call Harry. Of course, that caused rolled eyes from my partner and a few of the others on the scene. But he’s never given me bad information, and I didn’t give a damn what these other guys thought.
I don’t want this stuff to get out of hand. Not in my town.
I took out my cell phone, dialed Harry’s number and listened to it ring as I watched my breath hang in the air in the late morning light.
harry dresden,
karrin murphy