![]() ![]() Little did I know how near to me Don had actually been, considering all those times I'd thought I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. ![]() ![]() I'd sobbed at his bedside when that fatal heart attack struck, seen to his cremation afterward, been like a zombie at his wake, and even brought his ashes back to my home so I could keep him near me. You had to be undead or a psychic to be able to see him.ĭon Williams, former head of a covert branch of Homeland Security that guarded the public against rogue supernatural creatures, had died ten days ago. In his suit and tie, gray hair combed back in its usual impeccable style, Don would look like your average middle-aged businessman to anyone observing him, except for one thing. Don stared at me as he tugged on his eyebrow in a way that expressed his discomfort more eloquently than a litany of words. Just behind a headstone shaped like a small, weeping angel stood my uncle. My bellow still hung in the air when movement drew my gaze to the right. "Donald Bartholomew Williams, get your ass back here now!" ![]()
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