Chapter 148

• "Yeah...what fun, it's why I joined the police..." Michael muttered sardonically as he took out his phone to take yet another picture of a lovely woman cut down in her prime. It made his blood boil to see something this beautiful dead at his feet. "Well, say what you want about the wolves; at least they have good taste in women."
• James sighed. "Keep it in your pants, man; some people would say that it's bad enough that we're fucking the undead. No need to make people think we have a thing for the All Dead as well."
• "Yeah, yeah," Michael grunted as he took the picture and pocketed the phone. "This one is better than the others. Apparently scruffy here liked them tattooed."