The body was still lying stretched out on the tarmac when she pushed her past the constables. Sam's head twisted around like that made her certain it was done by some kind of demonic disciple. It made sense. Only someone who wasn't afraid of being arrested would do this here.
A feeling of dread filled her when she noticed the open door. There were so many of her colleagues here, she had known most of them for three years now. She just wished she could tell them what was really happening. It was difficult knowing that they would always believe that Sam's killer would have got away with it.
She remembered the oath she made to keep the existence of these monsters secret. It had been a couple of days after she got her psychology degree. She was thrust into a war against the things of nightma
