" The tall man frowned at me. "Prisoners don't talk unless I ask 'em a question. Did you search her?" Uh, not yet, Sheriff," the deputy admitted."Shit... Put her in the holding cell and strip her down," the sheriff ordered and I jerked a little at that. "You oughta know better than that, Mike." Well, she didn't look like she could be hiding much anyway," the fat deputy grinned. "Come on, this way. Let's see what you're hiding."He gave me a little push and I didn't like this. I wasn't a runaway. I eased up to the door and looked around. I saw a few people off in the distance running for various apartments, but no one was looking this way.Dalton was breathing. I heard her moan softly and say, “What the hell...?”“You’ve been shot,” I said. “Tell me you’re wearing a vest.”“Yeah,” she moaned.“Okay, don’t move. I’ll get you after I set up a shield.”“No,” she said. “He’ll see you.”“He? Where?”“My left. At the corner of the apartment.”“Okay, I’m going to pull you in.”“I said, he’ll see. One day at a kickback, we’re drinking lots of beer and cheap liquor and some of my boys started to crack some jokes about my nudes and the video, it was all fun and games. It was pretty funny and awkward actually because some were talking about how blessed I was and it made me a bit uncomfortable. Anyhow, the night goes on, I’m pretty blasted and before I know it everyone has left the kickback and it’s just me and the guy who was hosting our get together. He asked if I had some girls to call. No matter the fucking the morticians may have given me, they at least cleaned me up well.You fingers play for a moment at my lips--one on each side, with your middle finger rubbing at their slightly parted opening. Gently, as you did when I was once alive, your finger plays across my lips, as if knocking on a door. Where once I might have giggled and pushed you in with my own hand, now I lay silent, yet not unwilling.You press, and with slight resistance, my corpse allows the finger entry. A.