"Do you think whatever happened here was bringing him back?" Asks Nanshe. S'a question't brings me back from jes' bein' angry, 't least, an' makes me act'ally bloody think again.

"No." S'what I say fin'lly. "This feels like somethin' uncontrolled, like somebody jes' lashin' out't random. Don't feel like no sorta creation'r res'rrection...jes' d'struction." Think ferra minute 'n sweep m'wet hair back from m'face. "Now, not sayin't 'ere cant be d'struction azzan aftermath t'some creation spells...tit fer tat, 'n all'at...but 'at'd leave some trace, y'know? 'n I ain't gettin' none'a that."

Th'lawman makes a good point, then. "Well, when someone's bleeding that much, usually means someone else did it to them. Which I shoulda thought of. So 'less someone lit everything up without anyone else around, and then killed themselves and the body just disappeared after bleeding a lot, probably was someone else."

"Could be," I nod. "Could'a been a reflex t'bein' attacked, 'is sorta thin'...but mind, anybody found a body, 'r bones? Cuz I ain't seen nothin'. An' innat sorta sit'ation, gen'rally th'attacker's th'first thin' t'go."

"Ladies? C'n I trouble you ta mention who, exactly? It's kinda an important point. Specially if there's gonna be trouble."

"Don't think't's nobody you know," I says witta sigh. Don't think Tez'n th'dep'ty ever ran inta each other. "'n anyway, dunno if'n he...'r she...looks th'same, 'r's even usin' th'same name."