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“Easy, kid. Call it in to New Jerusalem Forensics. After you finish puking.”

“How do I explain it?”

“Say we found human innards. Somebody’s been gutted.”

“I mean, the tissue. It’s not necrotic. It’s reconstituting.”



“Thirty years LAPD Homicide. Never seen anything like this. Transferred to New Jerusalem to ditch the gruesome crime scenes. Got no idea what I’m looking at. I’m losing my mind.”

“Forensics won’t send anyone.”

“Why not?”

“Said it’s not a crime scene. Just another resurrection.”

“Where’s the gut pile? Who is that? How is he doing that?

“Scarier question. Why are we not?”


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