"Mark's on the horn."
Chelsea was manning the comm center when the call came in. She put him up, on the big screen and hollered for everyone to join her. They gathered behind her, standing, watching the screen.
Ric pulled up a chair to sit down next to her. "Let's hear him," he said.
"Go ahead," Chelsea told Mark. "What have you got?"
"Another kill." Mark was sitting at his laptop at his table. They could just see Chloe sitting off to his left.
"When?" Ric asked.
"Last night. Chloe and I discovered the body when we ran. I..." He stopped, cleared his throat, started again. "The...victim was a friend of mine. We went to check on her."
"Why didn't you call us then?"
They could all see the pain on Mark's face. "Last night we couldn't do anything anyway. And the devil beast was gone from the area. I...we...I'm sorry. You're right. I should have contacted you right away."
Ric made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Okay, let's get past that. How did you get to it this morning?"