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Participating again, and this time, it’s the first sentences in the Infected: Prey prequel, Infected: Paris. Roan is working a case, and it’s not exactly a glamorous one.

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It was times like these that Roan knew he’d made a big mistake becoming a private detective.
Of course it was his fault. He lost his temper at that redneck shitbag, he was  lucky he wasn’t sued and that the Seattle PD didn’t decide to make an example of him. Which was probably why he was back in the PD’s evidence room, looking at a road kill squirrel in a plastic bag.  Even though the bag was sealed,  Roan could still smell the blood, guts, and rot through the supposedly airtight seal.
As he rubbed his nose, doing his best not to gag, Kevin Robinson said, ”I don’t suppose you want to take it out of the bag.”

7 – Cities In Dust

Roan was sitting on the edge of the curb, waiting for the painkillers to kick in so he could move without wincing, when Holden’s voice suddenly came out of nowhere. “Just ‘cause you’re gay doesn’t mean you always have to make a dramatic entrance.”

Roan looked up, as the reason for the sense of location deja vu hit him. “Oh holy shit, how close is Howell?”

Holden pointed around the corner before sitting down on the curb beside him. He handed him a plastic cup that looked like it was full of ice and tea. “A block over, dude. So much for studying the laptop, huh?”

Roan slumped, trying to will the painkillers to hurry up and work. It felt like his joints were full of broken glass and rusty needles. “If I’d left a minute earlier I might have been able to avoid all of this. They got a call of a loose cat running around, and it was barely two miles from the scene. I couldn’t blow it off.” He managed to get the cup to his mouth, and it turned out to be the Starbucks equivalent of an Arnold Palmer (tea and lemonade). Roan didn’t realize how thirsty he was until he started drinking it, and he gulped it down in three swallows. It didn’t quite get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth, but it helped.

“Do you have a plan?”

Roan was baffled for a moment. “A plan for what?” (more…)