OUT OF THE SUBWAY, Mina took a deep draught of the cold air, hands on her knees. "I had no idea."
Bee patted her back. "Seems it hit you hard. Don't plan any sea voyages until you get used to it. This way." She headed down a street that ran parallel to the river. Mina followed on weary, wobbly legs.
Soon Bee turned them inland. At the end of the street, a void of light met them. Mina could pick out the tendrils of the unique scent of death. Decay had started to set in.
"Who called you about this?"
"One of the familiars. She lives nearby. But so do the Necrophagos, so stay alert." They crossed the quiet street to the iron gates of the cemetery. Footsteps approached from behind them.
They turned in unison to see a woman with long black hair and a short black skirt.
"Nicole." Mina blush
