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Infestation
Misha Collins leaned over the body. The open-mouthed stare
on the dead girl's face told the story. Shock, almost instant heart failure.
The perfectly circular red abrasions criss-crossing her face were also
consistent.
"Same as the last three." He moved the flashlight
beam down the alley wall, settled on a scattering of dust-colored debris.
"Peanut hulls."
Beyond the light, something crunched. A squishing sound echoed
in the darkness. Misha drew his revolver and focused, illuminated a pulpy,
flapping pink mass huddled beside the wall. "We've got an Elopus
infestation."
A man's voice chittered from the com on his wrist. "You
get it?"
"Yes." Misha nudged the body with his toe and the
big ears fluttered. It clutched a scrap of paper in its trunk. He removed and
examined the photo.
"Call it in. They're after the Queen of England."