She felt all of it.
The grass, the air, the sky, the trees, the sun.
All of it. As if for the first time, the last time, all time.
She was borne aloft on a tide of love. She gloried in it, exulted in it, lost her soul within its sea.
She melted into it, becoming one drop among millions and a drop that held millions within itself.
Jason stared at the Ursine file on his screen. He knew there was something he was missing, some key that would explain everything.
He had to figure this out. What if the killer struck again? What if the next target was Lilith?
He nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard Officer Thompson clear her throat. How did she creep up behind him like that?
Although on second thought, he was glad that she had derailed his train of thought before it had the chance to go into that dark and endless tunnel. He’d been in that tunnel far too often in the last 24 hours.
“Geez, make a little more noise would you? What’s up?”
“We just got a call from the Goth house. There’s been another murder.”