CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Harris drove us home solemnly. He didn’t say much, and when he did talk, he was extra grouchy. Getting chewed out by your boss will do that to you.
Somehow, his connections to the Paranormal Crimes Division helped him get us away from the crime scene without any questions. Apparently, the higher-ups were sympathetic enough to let us walk away. They were depending on Harris and me for a lead, and we sure got one.
Harris “arrested” us for show, and we had to do the walk of shame to the back of his sedan, but then we were off the hook.
But I got the feeling that I was going to be in a computer somewhere now. Lester Broussard. Necromancer with a bodyguard who caused a scene a few years ago. Let’s call him up. Oh, brother.
I felt bad for Harris. I put him in this situation
