Dean tried to wrinkle his nose and glare at Sam simultaneously, and ended up looking like he was trying hard to take a very resistant shit. Sam told him as much, and as the vehicle lurched out of the parking lot with a series of belches and farts, Dean finally relented and pinched his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

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Dean took a bite out of a Twinkie. "A psychic?" he said, his mouth full. "What, like Missouri?"

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It was painted mint green and had those ugly yellow, solar powered lights along the path to the door, but Dean had to admit that Jennifer Tierney had a pretty nice place. The house had three bedrooms plus a den, and even though it was covered for the off season, he imagined that the in-ground pool was the site of quite a few parties in the summer ( Read more... )

The MacGregors' house was easy to find. It was at the end of a long, private lane lined with cast iron street lamps and groundcover that was probably very colorful in the spring and summer. They passed a small cemetery and an oblong lake, a line of covered boats resting against the shore.

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At least they've got enough light in here, he thought, following the detective into the autopsy room. I've seen worse.

The place was plainly unaccustomed to handling the volume of bodies it now found itself holding. Medical equipment was shoved against the walls to make room for the four narrowly spaced examining tables, the three bodies covered by ( Read more... )

"And this is the fourth?"

"Yep."

Sam tried not to make a face as the detective lit a cigarette and blew smoke their way. He was tall, round, and a ginger-streaked mustache covered his top lip and some of the bottom. "Ross here and Edmund McLaughlin were brothers. The other two were city folk, didn't know the brothers."

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