Karl skittered in behind the
Werewolf and tugged on his jeans like a toddler. “Up."
"Oh,” Toby recognized the command, “sorry.” Snatching the Goblin carefully from the floor, he deposited Karl on the table.
"That's better,” Karl said with satisfaction. “Way to go Mike Tyson on the Witch's ass.” The Goblin laughed.
"That wasn't really Elena,” I defended myself. "They know,” Maynard said quickly.
Karl beamed and nodded. Toby just shrugged. "TheGoblin knows?” I scoffed. “How am I out of the loop?" "Because they check in like they're supposed to,” Maynard snapped. I crossed my arms in a huff and sank down into the chair. “She's not the only one,” I added. “I found Patrick Peterson's body."
"The Cleaner who shot me?” Toby asked.
I nodded.
Maynard pinched his brow. “His body? I saw Patrick earlier tonight. How did he die?" "Stake through the heart, oddly enough,” I answered. “But by his body's level of decay, it looked like it happened a couple of weeks ago. The same night the Werewolves were killed." "So Patrick is one of these...” Toby struggled for the name and finally turned to me. “What did you call them, Rosy?"
"Pod person,” I answered. “FromInvasion of the Body Snatchers ." "Pod person,” Toby repeated, savoring the words. “So Patrick is a pod person too?" "That's my guess.” I frowned.
Maynard exhaled slowly allowing this new information to sink in. “I haven't noticed anything strange about Patrick."
"Yeah, you skin tubes are all alike,” Karl commented. “I can't tell one of you from the others." I shot the little Goblin a snide glance. He was just being a pain in the ass for no good reason, other than he was Karl. “The night of the raid,” I said, “he didn't seem like himself. He disobeyed a direct order. The Patrick I knew would never do that." "That would also explain why he brought charges against you.” Maynard exhaled as the implications of this new information hit him. “What the hell is going on?"
"Oh,” Toby recognized the command, “sorry.” Snatching the Goblin carefully from the floor, he deposited Karl on the table.
"That's better,” Karl said with satisfaction. “Way to go Mike Tyson on the Witch's ass.” The Goblin laughed.
"That wasn't really Elena,” I defended myself. "They know,” Maynard said quickly.
Karl beamed and nodded. Toby just shrugged. "TheGoblin knows?” I scoffed. “How am I out of the loop?" "Because they check in like they're supposed to,” Maynard snapped. I crossed my arms in a huff and sank down into the chair. “She's not the only one,” I added. “I found Patrick Peterson's body."
"The Cleaner who shot me?” Toby asked.
I nodded.
Maynard pinched his brow. “His body? I saw Patrick earlier tonight. How did he die?" "Stake through the heart, oddly enough,” I answered. “But by his body's level of decay, it looked like it happened a couple of weeks ago. The same night the Werewolves were killed." "So Patrick is one of these...” Toby struggled for the name and finally turned to me. “What did you call them, Rosy?"
"Pod person,” I answered. “FromInvasion of the Body Snatchers ." "Pod person,” Toby repeated, savoring the words. “So Patrick is a pod person too?" "That's my guess.” I frowned.
Maynard exhaled slowly allowing this new information to sink in. “I haven't noticed anything strange about Patrick."
"Yeah, you skin tubes are all alike,” Karl commented. “I can't tell one of you from the others." I shot the little Goblin a snide glance. He was just being a pain in the ass for no good reason, other than he was Karl. “The night of the raid,” I said, “he didn't seem like himself. He disobeyed a direct order. The Patrick I knew would never do that." "That would also explain why he brought charges against you.” Maynard exhaled as the implications of this new information hit him. “What the hell is going on?"