sugar. The goal was a quick hit of glucose. Their half
human, half god metabolism demanded inordinate
amounts.
He pushed off the lamppost and vaulted the teetering spikes of wood that passed for a picket fence. He
crossed the yard, took the steps two at a time, then followed the sloping porch, his boot heels beating an easy
rhythm. Cobwebs draped the overhang, and a pile of
old, dry leaves was pushed into the corner, barely visible in the shadows.
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Around back, he paused beside a window, examining the board laid flat across. It wasn’t nailed down.
There were hinges at the top and the board was on
springs, designed to automatically slam back in place
if lifted.
Fascinating.
Someone had gone to a good deal of trouble to rig
that board. An escape hatch. A secret entry. Perhaps a
little of both.
He knew who that someone was. Dagan had spent
the better part of the last two days watching him. Joe
Marin. A killer. A man most mortals would brand a
monster.
Sutekh would call him a snack.
Curling his fingers around the edge, Dagan pulled
up on the plank and climbed through the window
frame, avoiding the jagged remnants of broken glass
that protruded into the opening like a serpent’s teeth.
The board sprang back into place behind him with a
clack of wood on wood, sharp in the quiet night.
Inside, he paused, doing a quick scan of his surroundings. Pale fingers of light bled from the neighboring
house, reaching through narrow cracks in the boards to
