Forty-One

Wednesday, 7:38 p.m.

Ed Freiburg didn’t bother to switch on the lights when he walked into the CSI workshop on Arch Street. The street lights outside were enough for him to see where he was going, which was only to pick up the forensic toolbox he had left next to the gargoyle they had recovered from Bartram’s Gardens.

He hunkered down and opened up the box to make sure that all of his tools and his luminal spray bottles were in place. Then he closed it and locked it and stood up. He took one last look up at the gargoyle, with its horns and its curved beak and its one broken wing.

The gargoyle’s eyes were closed, as if it were hibernating.

 

 

 

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