Book of the Blind - Part V

Clay scoffed. “Forensics? Doesn’t that outfit have, like, two people in it?”

“Two people we need to lean on,” Gibson said. “Unless, of course, you see any leads here.”

Clay covered his eyes with a hand, shielding them from the continuing downpour. He sighed. “I’m just not a real big fan of necromancy, you know?”