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I look over the edge.

Sixty feet.

Dark even in daylight.

For the first time since I saw Sweet hanging over it, the hole does not scare me.

It looks useful.

“I know a hole.”

Nevermore snorts.

Hyde almost smiles.

Almost.

We remove anything CSI still needs.

Then Razor Maddox goes over the edge.

No ceremony.

No last word.

The impact reaches us a long second later.

I stare into the darkness.

Nothing about it makes me feel better.

Good.

Killing Razor was not supposed to fix me.

It was not supposed to fix Sweet.

It fixed one thing.

He will never touch her again.

Hyde looks toward the broken access road before we leave. “This place is done.”

Nevermore glances at him.

“As in?”

“As in no more festival traffic. No tours, no idiots leaning over the edge for pictures, no kids throwing shit down there. CSI gets whatever he still needs from the site, then the road stays closed and the hole gets secured for good.”

I look once more into the darkness.

Fine by me.

Back at the funeral home, I wash my hands in the prep-room sink.

Blood turns the water pink, then clear.

My reflection looks exactly the same.