Book of the Blind - Part XVI

A few minutes later, Keira was being loaded into a fully-lit ambulance by a group of paramedics.

Clay watched sullenly, hands shoved in his pockets, not caring about the pouring rain. “So we’ve got a hospitalized CS investigator and no leads. Great.”

“No, we have a lead.” Gibson lit another cigarette. “That ghost? It had ‘cultist’ written all over it.”