![]() ![]() He was a gift that had been posed to look carnal, seductive. Frost gleamed in his hair like diamonds against dark velvet, yet he hadn't been outside long enough to acquire the frost from nature. Yes, that's exactly what he was, I realized, my scowl deepening. A pale blue ribbon, tied in a perfect bow. ![]() Eyes narrowed, I reached out with a gloved hand and slid one finger under the material. One of his hands rested behind his head, and the other was bound to his penis with a - what the hell was that? I crouched down. The man's legs were slightly spread and bent at the knees. I tuned them out and intensified my focus on the body. The faint murmurs of their chatter echoed in my ears. He was only recently dead heat still radiated from him and curled into the icy night sky.Īlien Investigation and Removal agents, also known as A.I.R., were scouring the area, meticulously searching between every blade of brittle grass, every grain of dirt. In fact, not a single blemish marred the perfection of his skin. Moonlight spilled in every direction, and withered foliage mockingly framed his muscular physique. Steele, a thirty-six-year-old Caucasian male, six feet four, approximately two hundred and thirty pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, lay naked across a bed of crisp winter leaves. and I was standing over a dead body, I had to agree. ![]()
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