Great post, Fractured!
Heathcliff is tired of their questions, tired of the demands of the sun. I know how to clear a room, he thinks to himself, remembering the fanaticism of his sire. He resists the urge to smirk as he announces. "Thank Jesus I wasn't hurt worse than I was." He puts on the look of someone who's just remembered something important. "Have either of you detectives heard the Good News about God's Only Son? I'm sure I have some pamphlets somewhere..." Heathcliff walks in the kitchen, turns his back to the officers so they can't see him grinning as he rifles through a drawer.
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