CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The crumbling wall of shadows toppled now, and the sound barrier broke, letting in the sounds of the city.
I stood and beheld the remains of the Steverson Sisters. Their bodies had turned to black dust, and it scattered in the wind.
Someone appeared in the corner of my eye—the hooded shape of a reaper holding an electric blue sickle.
Darla Rappacini, Assistant Director of the St. Louis Grim Reaper Society. The giant baubles on her necklace gave her away.
“Nice work,” she said. She held up her sickle, and three golden cores floated on an electrified line attached to the blade. “Thanks for not making us work overtime.”
She slashed the sickle and disappeared in an arc of lightning.
I imagined the journey the sisters were making to the spirit world right now. I bet D
