Titus stood outside the building from his vision. With the swarm of onlookers and the police, it looked almost nothing like his vision, but it was the right place, the presence of the police told him that.

They were police, too, not Skriker. Skriker’s manpower was limited, so they let the normal police deal with normal matters, like crowd control, while the freak police dealt with the freak issues.

The L shaped street was blocked off at both entrances by lines of caution tape. Titus wove his way through the crowd trying to get closer.

A group of plainclothes officers wearing badges on chains around their necks exited the building before spreading out. A moment later another figure emerged.

“Hey, look, it's your old buddy, Dick,” Shade said, dancing in the blue and wh...

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