A detective in life, the poor sod had hoped to use me to resolve his final case. I was making good on the final request of the uptight ghost I’d encountered at the magical showcase in the non-magical zone. Which was why I was currently speaking to someone at a police station in New York City. When I told a spirit I’d do a certain thing, I followed through. My ward, Mordecai, was on the mend, healing at incredible rates now that his human body was no longer rejecting his shifter magic, so I had a little time to look after my obligations. “Hello, yes, may I speak to Detective McLaughlin, please?” I asked the woman on the phone.
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