The stench of divinity hit me the moment I stepped into the elderly couple's RV.
It wasn't unpleasant, exactly—just overwhelming. Like walking into a church where someone had dumped gallons of expensive perfume. The scent of angelic influence always reminded me of frankincense, myrrh, and pretentiousness.
I wrinkled my nose, pushing past the initial wave of it. "Well, this explains a few things."
Orion ducked his massive frame through the doorway behind me. "You can smell it too?"
"Hard to miss." I moved further inside, taking in the scene.
The bodies sat perfectly arranged on the sofa. Henry's arm was draped precisely around Beatrice's shoulders. Their eyes stared blankly at nothing, faces frozen in pleasant half-smiles that never quite reached their eyes. No signs of violence. No blood. Just two empty vessels, positioned like department store mannequins.
