EIGHT-2

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And it was. Zave didn’t drink alcohol, but she did hear him laugh for the first time. Thad was a hoot and everyone shared stories of Art and Grant. Yes, the latter was a twisted maniac who wanted his revenge on them. But he had no one to grieve him. There was no body in the ground. Sutcliffe’s compound had been wiped clean before Rigor and his crew got in there. The Kindred didn’t know where Grant’s body was, probably in a mass grave with Rigor’s fallen men and Sutcliffe’s dead followers. Much blood had been shed and for no purpose. More than just beer was consumed after Thad retrieved supplies from the house. Brodie was persuaded to demonstrate his skills by building a spit to roast the meat that Thad had been desperate to try in the great outdoors—even though they were only a hundred m

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