"I'm sorry," Asher said quietly, wishing he'd have just let Ray continue sleeping.

Rubbing Ray's back, he wondered just what sort of random occurrence this was. When his wife's body had turned up, there was no trace of it again after twenty-four hours, no body to put into a grave. Last time, though, when he'd found an entire rack of bodies from one of the blood farming facilities, those all stuck around.

He wasn't sure which this was, but he wasn't about to ask Ray if he'd been having hallucinations involving this woman over the past few month in order to figure it out.