Danse Macabre: Eleven – Exit Does Not Exist

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Eleven – Exit Does Not Exist One of the cops got into the patrol car, an almost ludicrously small woman with her blonde hair pulled back in a short ponytail, and she glanced back at him through the shatterproof divider as she turned in the front seat. “Were you talking to yourself?” “Yes,” Gryphon replied, not even bothering to be defensive. Either way they thought he was nuts: either he was talking to himself or talking to a ghost, or thinking he was talking to a ghost while talking to himself. There was no way to win. She gave him a funny look, but eventually turned away and got on the radio, which she originally intended to do, ignoring him completely. He liked it that way. He slept again, until...

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Danse Macabre: Ten – Misfits and Mistakes

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Ten – Misfits and Mistakes “He has a key,” Gryphon repeated, for Varner’s edification. “To the padlock.” Varner gave him a suspicious look. “That’s not just a guess, is it?” “Hey, not bad for a cop,” the ghost said. “Think he can spell his own name too?” Good one, Ray said. Gryphon sighed, and Varner looked over his shoulder, following his gaze, trying to see what he saw. He couldn’t, of course. “No. there’s another victim here, Anna Alvarez. She doesn’t think much of our investigational skills.” “Hey, you’re okay,” Anna said. “It’s the fucking cops that should have found this place three victims ago. What the fuck do we pay taxes for?” She paused briefly....

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