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I thought about that. "Yeah, I guess he is."
"You got any proof?"
"He's a necromancer, and this was done by someone with knowledge of necromancy." I shrugged.
"The same reason we suspected you," Dolph said. He almost smiled when he said it.
"Point taken," I said. "Prejudiced little me."
Dolph closed his notebook. "I'll take you down for your statement then."
"Fine. Now can I call Catherine?"
"There's a phone in the kitchen."
Zerbrowski opened the door. "The wife's here, and she's pretty hysterical."
"Who's with her?" Dolph asked.
"Reynolds."
Through the open door, I heard a woman talking, just below the level of screaming. "Robert, my husband, dead? He can't be dead. He can't be dead. I have to see him. You don't understand what he is. He isn't dead." The voice was coming closer.
"She's doesn't need to see this, Anita."
I nodded. I walked out the door and closed it tightly behind me. I couldn't see Monica yet, but I could hear her. Her voice rising, growing thi
I was betting that Monica wouldn't take my word for Robert being well and truly dead. I guess if it was Jean-Claude lying in there, I wouldn't, either. I'd have to see for myself. I took a deep breath and walked forward to meet the grieving widow. Damn. This night just kept getting better and better.