Sorry about that. I didn't argue with him. The polo shirt was a little too close to the body not to show telltale lumps, though Edward had been thoughtful enough to bring my black suit jacket, which helped camouflage the lumps. Let's go see.
Ramirez nodded. He's alive, I said. But you also want me to be Anita Blake and impress the monsters. Sometimes that's shock.
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