Chapter 45 The Tattoo

• Still… Jim wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the shadows. He could not move blindly.
• He pulled the file back open, staring once more at the drawing etched into that photo: a vulture wearing a serpent crown and wings widespread, and then back to the picture in his phone that Horace had sent to him earlier: a serpent curled, ready to strike, with wings, widespread.
• The serpent wings were exactly the same as the vulture wings. The difference was just a vulture replaced by a crownless serpent. His mind worked the angles. If this was truly a resurrection, it needed proof. A ghost could not be fought, only the living.