Once Bitten - Chapter 8
“Eli, look.” Oskar held open Christensen’s wallet and showed it to Eli. “He was a Canadian from Vancouver, British Columbia. And I think he had a daughter.”
Eli looked at the picture, scuffed and worn from years spent pressed in a wallet, and saw a smiling, brown-haired girl of about fourteen with braces.
Oskar lowered the wallet into his lap and stared at the corpse. “We picked someone’s dad.”