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built like a body builder,
and his wet jet black hair was long as my own. He glanced around
nervously before entering the house. Suddenly, I was in the house
with him. I gripped the steering wheel and tried not to throw
up.
    The killer was pacing back
and forth in the living room. Like a drug addict does their trying
to figure out how to get the next fix. He grabbed the beer off the
coffee table and chugged it.
    “Show me the address.” My
whispered words echoed in the SUV.
    The room spun, and the
rapid movements made my stomach churn again. I saw today’s
newspaper and then a magazine, no address. The room spun again.
This time we were in a dirty kitchen, I wrapped my arms around my
stomach. Dishes piled up in the sink, on the counters, and garbage
covered the floor and stove. The spirit moved to the kitchen table
it was covered with more trash. It was here that the spirit finally
found a piece of mail with the address.
    “Thank you, I will be
there soon.” I told the spirit.
    Waking up from a trance is
difficult. Normally, I slept after such an event but not today.
Lightening arced across the sky as the rain pounded against the
roof of the car. The storm was in its full glory when I threw the
car door open and vomited. After rinsing my mouth out, I sat back
against the seat rubbing my face trying to shake off the lingering
effects of the spirit’s power. I thought over what I had seen in
the vision. He was jonesing.
    Damnit, I didn't think to
ask the spirit if there was anybody else in the house, big mistake.
Programming the address in the GPS unit, I drove off.
    My first stop was Mapco, I
needed Tylenol, coffee, and a Milky Way.
    The storm was raging
strong when I parked four houses down from the killer’s house. It
was a typical middle class neighborhood, kinda reminded me of my
own neighborhood. I had driven by the two-story house a few times,
making sure he was still there. I called Adam.
    “Hey,” I said when he
answered.
    I took off my shoes,
didn’t want to lose them.
    “Hey, where are you?” He
asked.
    I gave him the
address.
    “I am going in. You know
what to do if you don’t hear from me by morning.” I reminded
him.
    Adam knew. We had set it
up years ago when we first started working together. If I didn’t
call by dawn, he would call Ted and send out emails to all the
Alphas in the area. Our hope was that the Alphas would work
together and finish what I started. The theory was a good one, but
you just never knew what would happen when you put all those egos
together in the same place at the same time.
    Running, through the
backyards I approached the killer’s house from the back. I could
just break down the front door and walk in, but if he already has
another victim. She would be dead before I could get to her. I
peeked through the window in the kitchen door, no one there. I
checked all the windows on the ground floor, saving the living room
for last. All clear and he was still pacing around in the living
room. Moving to the back of the house again, I checked to see if
any of the neighbors were spying before I shifted my hands and feet
into claws. It was a rare ability to be able to change individual
body parts, it was a worthwhile talent, and it had saved my life a
time or two.
    I began climbing up the
wall of the house. It took me a moment to reach the second-story
window. I peered through the window, no one there. I tried lifting
the window up, it slid smoothly open. Stepping quietly into the
room, I quietly slid the window closed. Angus, my old mentor told
me, 'Always leave it the way you found it' and I always tried to do
so.
    I opened up all my senses
searching for any sound or smell that might indicate if someone
else is in the house. I could hear thumps, and bangs coming from
downstairs but I didn’t get another smell other than his. This was
good.
    I stood in a dark bedroom
curling my crawled toes into the wet carpet. Carpet was good. It
would muffle the sounds of my feet as I walked.