Nothing doing. George stuck the wallet back in the man's pocket. He didn't look like he was breathing. Daisy had mentioned that sometimes, if Death or Gravelings were feeling overenthusiastic, there would be souls without post-its. She checked for a pulse, found it, and threw her arms over her head as another body soared over her head, smacked into the wall, and fell on a neon Budweiser sign that had been dislodged by Senior Not Her Reap's sudden aquaintence with the plastering.
After a bit of sizzling and spasming, Dead Guy was dead, and his work badge, with it's lanyard still-smoldering, slipped into veiw.
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She had a winner!--or a loser, if you wanted to be realistic. But where was B. L. Tennant?--There was a scream and a crash on the other end of the club.