What I really wanted to do was go back to the hotel and sleep. Larry and I were still wearing the coveralls. I bet that his entourage wasn't worried about night vision, and would have liked to have had a light. Harrison, Bayard, and Beau gathered around him. Men like Raymond give orders better than they take them. I didn't have to see his face to know he didn't like it. You'll ruin our night vision." It wasn't very diplomatic, but I was tired, and it had been a long night. I raised an arm and said, "Don't point it at us. I watched him start to point it at Larry and me. A big freaking halogen torch that filled his hand like a captive sun. You didn't need a flashlight, but Raymond Stirling had one. The moonlight was so strong it cast faint shadows. The moon sailed the shining night sky, gleaming like it had been polished. Since dating Richard, I'd paid more attention to the lunar cycles. The moon rode high and two days past full. The thick clouds that had obscured the woods while we were playing tag with vampires were suddenly gone. The wind that had all but promised rain had drifted away. John's blood was still wet on the carpet. But it seemed petty to point fingers at each other, and say she did it, when Beth St. I think Freemont had painted a less than charitable picture of me. Made me want to lie to them just so they wouldn't be disappointed. I hated being accused of concealing evidence when I wasn't. The Feds had kept us forever, like they didn't believe we were telling them the whole truth.
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