There’s a strange, shuddering feeling in Conner’s gut. Such that he has to shift his weight to prevent stolen air from hissing out from behind his teeth. The predator is…laughing.
People and cows. Oh, my dear…if only you knew.
“Yes, that’s the creature I was thinking of.” Again, he has to keep the monster from twisting his mouth into a grim smile. “To the right predator, even humans can be considered cattle.”
“No, Forten is definitely not one of the victims. But his name has appeared in a number of reports I’ve heard of from suspicious people around the victims. I think if he’s not directly involved with the murders themselves then he could be lurking around the scene of the crime for some other purpose. Studying the bodies? Luring something out of hiding? It was my investigation into a possible connection between Forten and these murders that brought me out to you and Maschio.” Which was another line of questioning. “How is it you too know each other, by the way? Fellow occult enthusiasts?” Conner’s pretty sold on the idea that Maschio is Kindred, but he doubts Lottie is a ghoul or herd member of his.
“Most would miss out on knowing an educated lawyer, such as yourself. I appreciate the kind of knowledge that comes from dedication and experience.” There’s truth in his words, though tinged with that wanting, needing desire. “Sacramento City College. Been there for almost a year now.” My how times have changed.