You can always tell a new cop from a veteran. I cringed a little at the master part. I knew what they were waiting for, those empty eyes. I stared up at the zombie, and even to me, it looked like damn good work.
Longish dark hair, and the beginnings of a beard around a wide mouth. But, as I'd gained calmness from him, he had begun to gain back the passion that he'd lost over the centuries. His breathing was harsh and shallow. I guess I couldn't blame them.
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