He was at his good ol' boy best, harmless and jovial, in a subdued hospital sort of way. I didn't know you were that interested in demons. I hadn't known Olaf for hour, and I already knew why he was no one's sweetie. Sometimes I think that last part contributes to the claustrophobia.
This had been stitched together like Frankenstein's monster, and the bodies being dead like that, dried, deliberately mummified, or an after effect of the spell. Why would he be so interested in you and this case? I have no idea. No, no new bodies. I kept wanting to say killers, but these people were still alive.
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