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. Yeah, that s fine.It s the one on the left.He didn t make a move to get up.We rose to our feet and walked down theshort hall.There was a bedroom on the right with a bathroom and a bedroom on theleft.I pushed open the door to Dawson s room and stepped inside.Unlike the rest ofthe apartment, Dawson s room was neat and orderly.The window was clean, andlight spilled in, painting the cream walls a pale yellow.The only furniture was aqueen-size four-post bed pressed against the wall and a large oak chest of drawers.On top of it sat a small flat-screen TV.There was a nightstand by the bed with adigital clock and lamp, and tucked beneath it, a computer bag.I closed the door andlooked behind it.Hanging from a hook was a robe, and leaning against the wall wasa TV tray. The bed s made, Carlos noted, walking around the bed. So unless Lloyd isthe kind to make his roommate s bed and I doubt he is he didn t come home thenight Dawson was killed.Carlos opened the closet and shifted through the suits and shoes.He reachedup on the top shelf, pulled out a few shoe boxes, and opened them up.I looked overhis shoulder.One was filled with family photos, pictures of him at the beach withhis wife and kids.He was smiling, happy, carefree. How does a man go from being so happy to depressed and dead? Carlosasked, putting the box of photos back up on the shelf. An ex-wife helps, I joked, walking over to the chest of drawers and opening itup.Boxers& Yeah, didn t need to see those.I pushed them aside and found a fewpapers pushed to the back. Carlos, got something.I pulled them out, shuffling them in my hands.The first couple were bankstatements, none of which looked good.He wasn t poor, but he was scraping by.Atthe bottom of the stack was a folded piece of white paper.I passed the bankstatements to Carlos and unfolded the paper.Scratched across it in pen was thename Fenrir.74 Evelyn Shepherd Fenrir? I asked, passing Carlos the paper. Who or what do you think thatis?Carlos shrugged weakly. I m not sure.Fenrir is from Norse mythology, meansa giant wolf. He handed everything back to me.I lifted a brow in silent question, and he shrugged. I like mythology, he said.I placed the papers back in the drawer and looked over at the computer tuckedunder the nightstand. You think there s anything important in there? Nothing we d probably be able to access.We could get a warrant, bring it backto the lab, and see if someone could crack into it, Carlos said. I think we got what we need. I headed out of the room.Lloyd was still sittingon the couch, staring out the window with a vacant gaze. Thank you for your time, Mr.Sullivan. I nodded toward him.He blinked slowly, squinted his eyes against the glare of the sun.He turned tolook at us and wet his lips.He looked as if he wanted to say more, as if he wanted toconfess the sins of his soul, but instead he just smiled, the muscles in his cheekstwitching with strain from the effort. Did you find what you needed? Please. Carlos passed him a card with our number. If you have any moreinformation, give us a call.I paused. How did Mr.Dawson feel about living with a lycanthrope?Lloyd blinked, his eyes flashing topaz before quickly bleeding into waterysilver.It was like watching gold spiral down a drain.He shrugged and said gruffly, He was cool with it.We never really talked about it, though he never acted like hehad issues.I nodded. Okay, thank you.We ll be going now. Right. Lloyd pushed himself up slowly and following us to the door.He closedit behind us, the tumblers turning.We remained silent as we walked back to the car, the depression that Lloydcarried around him trailing behind us like exhaust fumes escaping into the fall day.Carlos wordlessly slid into the driver s seat.There was calmness around him, thequiet before the storm.The air tingled with electricity, animosity fluttering in tinybolts across my skin. What s wrong? I asked as Carlos started the car and threw it into reverse
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