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    The Dead, the Damned, and the Forgotten: A Novella
    The Dead, the Damned, and the Forgotten: A Novella
    The Dead, the Damned, and the Forgotten: A Novella
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    The Dead, the Damned, and the Forgotten: A Novella

    By Jocelynn Drake

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    Previously published in the print anthology Unbound.

    A nightwalker is slain, and suspicion falls on Mira—Fire Starter—the last hope of her immortal race, in Jocelynn Drake's The Dead, the Damned, and the Forgotten.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateJan 31, 2012
    ISBN9780062134509
    The Dead, the Damned, and the Forgotten: A Novella
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    Jocelynn Drake

    Jocelynn Drake is the New York Times bestselling author of the Asylum series and lives in Florida. When not at her desk, she is most likely to be found playing video games, watching movies, or hanging with her family.

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      The Dead, the Damned, and the Forgotten - Jocelynn Drake

      Chapter 1

      A body was waiting for me at the morgue.

      That wasn’t the type of message I was expecting to receive when I awoke at sunset, but there was no avoiding it. My voice mail contained a semi-polite message from Archibald Deacon, Savannah’s coroner, informing me that a nightwalker had just been delivered to his morgue. The message was followed by one from homicide detective Daniel Crowley, also informing me of the waiting corpse. A final message was from the now frantic coroner, who wanted me to deal with the corpse immediately. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do until the sun had finally set beneath the horizon, allowing night to reclaim the world.

      The private examination room was in the basement of the morgue, away from the main room that held the majority of the dead. It was one of the few buildings in Savannah with a basement, given the city’s high water table, and it came at a great cost. Due to moments like these, I had been more than willing to make the contribution to the city.

      The cinder-block walls had been covered with a thick coat of white paint that had begun to yellow with age. A handful of narrow windows lined the walls more than six feet above the floor. The glass had been painted black to deter any inquisitive people who happened to wander too close. A window-unit air conditioner sputtered and coughed randomly from its perch at the far end of the room, spewing forth a semi-steady stream of cool air.

      I looked up from the coroner’s report to watch Knox as he leaned over the body of the dead nightwalker. His lips were curled in disgust, revealing faint flashes of fang. The opposite wall from where I stood was covered with a stainless steel refrigeration unit for corpses. There were only four doors that opened to slide-out drawers. A larger unit was in the main examination room on the first floor.

      Are you sure there were no other wounds on the body besides the main two? I inquired, turning my attention from the disgruntled nightwalker to the coroner, who hovered close by. Archibald was a short, round man who stood on stubby little legs. His dark brown hair was thinning, leaving the top of his skull nearly exposed. Archie, as I preferred to call him, had been the coroner for Savannah and the surrounding counties for nearly twenty years and we had known each other for almost as long.

      Mira, he snapped. His bushy grayish-brown brows bunched together over his large, bulbous nose. Half the body was destroyed! How could I possibly answer such a question?

      Can you at least tell me if the body was burned before or after he was beheaded?

      After, replied a new voice.

      Archibald jumped at the unexpected appearance of Detective Daniel Crowley, but I didn’t flinch. I had sensed him walking through the building toward our location in the basement.

      How do you know? I asked, looking over at Daniel as I closed the file folder that held a copy of the coroner’s report. It was the real copy, one that would never be officially filed with the police department. Archibald would create a second version that would carefully omit any questionable details like the elongated canines, the sensitivity to sunlight, and any kind of genetic abnormalities he was already aware of.

      I talked to some of the guys who were first on the scene, Daniel continued, closing the door behind him. When they found the body, one of the officers opened some curtains to let light in and the body started being reduced to ash like a slow-burning ember.

      They saw him burn? Knox demanded in a harsh tone. Daniel took a hesitant step backward and looked over at me again. Knox and Daniel had never worked together. In fact, I was the only nightwalker in contact with Daniel and Archie, but it was time for that to change. If Knox was going to aid me with managing my domain, he needed to know the humans I was in contact with.

      However, the corpse was unnerving Knox more than I had expected, and the nightwalker was losing some of the cool, unshakable logic that I had come to depend on him for. This unexpected rough edge couldn’t be seen by these trusted humans.

      Nodding once to Daniel, I dropped the folder on a nearby desk and slipped my hands into the front pockets of my worn jeans. The relaxed stance helped to ease some of the tension from Daniel’s shoulders.

      It was weird, they said. Daniel ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, causing large chunks to stand on end. There was no fire, but they said it was like the body was burning. No one commented that it was the sunlight. They thought the killer might have doused the body with a chemical in an effort to destroy the evidence.

      I’ve got a couple things I can put in the report that could potentially work as an explanation, Archie interjected.

      Write down the names of the cops, Knox ordered. We may need to adjust their memories.

      Again, Daniel looked at me, frowning. I nodded slightly, approving the request while inwardly I wished I could smack Knox on the back of the head.

      Pushing off the wall, I pulled my hands out of my pockets and stretched my arms over my head, extending my entire body into a long, straight line. Excellent. Anything else I should know? I was still trying to fully wake up—I hadn’t expected to find myself at the morgue first thing in the evening, especially without even time to shower.

      The call came in at around nine a.m. Anonymous male caller from a prepaid cell phone, Daniel replied.

      The killer?

      Daniel shrugged, acknowledging the possibility.

      That’s about three hours after sunrise, Knox muttered in a low voice. He took a few steps away from the corpse, brushing his hands against his pants even though he had never actually touched the body. Plenty of time to get in and get out after he was unconscious for the day.

      We’re still trying to dig up which cell tower was used to see if the person was still in town at the time, Daniel said. His frown deepened as he watched Knox start pacing between the stainless steel table and a wheeled cart loaded with different sharp instruments.

      Anything at the house? I inquired, dragging the detective’s keen attention back to me.

      No, we didn’t find anything of interest.

      I watched Daniel from under the brim of my baseball cap. The fluorescent lights in the morgue tended to give my pale skin an inhuman pearlescent sheen. It was why both Knox and I were dressed in long-sleeve shirts and baseball caps despite the fact that it was still above eighty degrees outside.

      Knox and I will check it out tonight.

      Do you know who did this? Daniel asked. Sweat stains stretched from under his arms and lined his collar. His tie had been

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