Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

254 :: JOHN R. MABRY
Brian pressed back into the belly and nodded. “Ass-thoofud,”
came Brian’s muffled voice.
“Huh?” asked Richard.
“Cats to feed,” Terry translated.
Richard was impressed, but said nothing. Kat sat down on
the bed beside Mikael and stroked his wild black hair. Terry
touched her on the shoulder. “You going to be okay sleeping
here?”
She nodded, and lay down, spooning against Mikael’s
unconscious form. Wordlessly, the three men filed out of the
room and down to the kitchen, where Susan was poised over
the stove.
“Someone has to call the coroner,” she said to them, not
looking up.
“Can’t we do that in the morning?” Brian asked.
“I don’t know, aren’t there laws about these things?”
Richard asked.
“I’ll do it,” Susan said. “I’ll just call the police and tell
them we can wait until morning if they can. Their call. If
they want to come tonight, I’ll let them in. I’m a little wired
tonight anyway.”
Terry kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks, sweetie,” he said,
and holding Brian’s hand, led him out the back door to their
cottage.
When she and Richard were alone, Susan offered,
“Chocolate?”
“Nah. I need to get some air.”
“Where are you going?” she said, a little concerned.
“I don’t know,” he answered, but it was a lie.