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the garage, neither one of us brought it up. It was too closely linked to the asshole Air Witch. It had taken the whole dinner to calm Zulu down.
    “Tackle him!” Zulu yelled.
    The game’s images floated throughout the room. The 6DTV had just come out on the market. Two Air Witches had patented the spell. A football flew by my head. The referee’s whistle blew right next to me. I covered my ear.
    “Could you turn the weather effects down?” I said as the wind from the stadium blew into the living room.
    Zulu grabbed the remote control and stuck it on his X brand. The cold breeze disappeared. Several players ran off the field and sat on the bench next to me. A horrid funk floated off the players. I covered my nose.
    “Zulu, we’re too close to the action.” Sweat sprayed on my neck as a player flung off his helmet. I wiped it away.
    A boy walked through me with a barrel of water.
    “Come on, tackle him!” Zulu roared.
    I looked in front of me and froze. The Monk’s quarterback raced toward me. Ten feet away. Dust flew under his feet. Eight feet. My heartbeat increased. Six feet. I could see five Santeros behind him. Four feet. I dove off of the couch and onto the carpet as the Santeros slammed into the quarterback and pushed him into the place where I’d been sitting. They fell through the couch. Helmets crashed. The quarterback grunted.
    “Yes!” Zulu cheered.
    I stood up, shaking my head as a commercial came on. A blonde Vamp with huge breasts slid her hands up and down a Burglar beer can. Words floated, stating that all raccoon blood was extracted humanely.
    “Thank you for hanging out with me tonight.” Zulu grabbed my foot when I sat back down on the couch. Licking his lips, he glided the tips of his fingers up my feet and then thrust a finger between my toes. A tingly sensation rippled up my leg.
    I jerked it away from him.
    “You said I could play with your feet if I won,” he said. “Do I only get to use my hands or can I play with them in other ways?”
    “I don’t think I want to know what other ways you can play with them.” I shook my head and grinned. “You’re a very naughty Mixie.”
    He lifted my right foot to his lips.
    Raising my eyebrows, I opened my mouth to speak and then stopped, turning my attention to the TV .
    “ . . .  her body found in pieces throughout the alley,” the reporter said.
    I spotted the words Breaking News floating around the room. The Earth Witch reporter held an umbrella in her hand and stood next to the coffee table. Red and blue lights flashed. A crowd dressed in raincoats stood around her.
    “The female’s head was found on boxes stacked over there.” She pointed her hand by Zulu’s hallway, where yellow tape faded in and out. “Her identity is still unknown. Her brand will be scanned tomorrow to discover it.”
    A chill crawled up my spine.
    “Habitat police say she is a Hispanic Were-dog with black hair. If you know someone missing who may fit this description, contact your district’s crime stoppers.”
    Phone numbers flashed in red over Zulu’s coffee table.
    “Although this is the second body found this week, the habitat police are refusing to say the murders are related.”
    A beep sounded. All of the 6DTV images disappeared. Figuring Zulu turned off the TV , I looked at him with shivers running through my body. He slid over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’m going to take care of this.”
    Zulu’s lips moved, but I stopped listening. The machete slamming down on the female replayed in my head. The reporter said two murders.
    Will I be number three?
    Zulu’s lips continued to move.
    She had a kid. I closed my eyes. Who will tell the kid that mommy was cut into pieces?
    “ I SEE YOU TOO !” the note had said.

“Miss Lanore Vesta.” Professor Rodriguez applauded. “I’m so glad you decided to attend my class today.”
    I didn’t respond, shuffling up the stairs toward the back seats.
    Supes giggled.
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