Contents/Description: In this amazing collection of brand-new slash stories written by Bluewolf, you will visit a world where Blair Sandburg is in a coma and meets a stranger, Jim Ellison, on the spirit plane -- can Jim bring what he learns about being a Sentinel back with him to the waking world? Also, as a new ride-along to his Sentinel, can Blair use his unique knowledge to figure out why a serial killer is so fixated on the number nine and children, in time to stop him from killing again, without running into a particular cop who takes pleasure in baiting him? In this thick, 200+ page zine, you'll find those stories and much, much more!
The body was being taken out of the office as they reached it. Dan Wolfe was following and paused when he saw Jim, Burke and Lestrange.
"Any idea how he was killed?" Jim asked.
"Not yet. I think that pattern was carved into his shoulder when he was still alive, though he was probably unconscious; it bled quite profusely. However, it was the only obvious injury."
Jim nodded. His nose was twitching. He could smell something that seemed out of place, something he couldn't identify but knew he had smelled before. Something not particularly pleasant.... Mentally, he snapped his fingers. It was the same faint, unpleasant odor he had detected in the basement where the children's bodies had been found, but here it was even stronger, and he realized he had been aware of it the first time he was in the office. He just hadn't paid much attention to it. He remembered how uneasy he had felt, and realized it had to be the result of smelling the... whatever it was.
He knew that this time he would remember it.
To the room's occupant, the one-way glass appeared to be nothing more than a mirror. Two men stood watching Blair through it as he investigated the room.
"Do you believe him?" one asked.
"Yes, Mr. Finnison," the other-the man who had spoken to Blair-replied. "It's too easy for us to discover if he lied about knowing and living with Ellison. And I intend to have a few words with the men who were watching Ellison," he added, his voice very cold. "Perhaps I should say, the men who were *supposed* to be watching Ellison. Clearly they were not."
After some minutes, as Blair settled down in front of his laptop, he went on. "I hoped at first that we could still use him to put pressure on Ellison, possibly get him to tape a terrified plea to 'Do what these guys want', but...." He shook his head. "I don't think it would occur to Sandburg to expect a cop to help 'an impoverished grad student'." He was silent for a moment, thinking. "The impression I got was that he considered cops were automatic enemies of anyone who did not have money. That does not mean to say, however, that he is on our side. You heard him-he was arrested for taking part in a 'peaceful protest', he said, because 'the bosses insisted.' The impression I got was that he distrusts anyone in authority and would happily exist without authority figures. That if someone else tells him to do something, or expects him to do something, he will consider it first and only do it if *he* wants to, if he sees a reason, perhaps an advantage to himself, if he does it.
"How many men in his situation do you know who would not have wrapped a sheet or a towel around their waist, even believing themselves to be alone? I think he knows we would expect it, so he has deliberately chosen to remain completely naked."
"I wonder if he would remain as unselfconscious about it if we went in?"
"I'm quite sure he would." Although Rob Hardiman knew that his employer had been watching while he spoke to their prisoner and had heard every word the man said, he was also aware that he was undoubtedly the better judge of character. His employer was too used to dealing with men who could be bought, and bought easily. He had no doubt that their prisoner had a price-all men did. However, money would not buy this man, of that he was sure. And Albert Finnison did not have the imagination to understand there was any other way to buy someone.
But even realizing that, Hardiman had no idea what *would* buy their prisoner.
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