If I'd been asked, I would have asked the legislators that decided the coffins were too cruel, if they, themselves would rather be held in a small confined space until trial, or just killed. When he opened his eyes, they weren't brown, they were amber, dark orange wolf amber. A certificate to a furniture store. His teeth snapped and snarled at me, like a dog on the end of its chain.
I jerked away from him. Oh, hell, I hadn't even looked up. I don't bring peace, Sergeant, I bring death. I guess I was bad cop for the day.
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