Book Six: Chapter 9

Eventually, the police would know who the murdered girls were, which might bring closure to their families. Satisfied that she had done her part, Lily sauntered back into Anton’s living room and contemplated the man on the couch. She straddled his body and grabbed his head with both hands.

She twisted his head around hard enough that it faced backward. His poor daughter would be horrified to discover Anton had been murdered, but now the poor girl wouldn’t go broke trying to fix the piece of shit.

The deed committed, she wandered over to the mini-bar and contemplated the selection. There were some very fine spirits here, and she picked up an unopened bottle of whiskey.

“Pappy Van Winkle” she read aloud. From Anton’s memory, the shit was expensive, and would probably be a decent present for Mike. Of course, she was looking forward to giving him his real present later. He had always been very careful not to ask her to shapeshift during sex, so she was curious what kin