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'Can you prove you're dead?' I asked.
'Whatever you say, squire,' said Nicholas, and stepped forward into the light.
He was transparent, the way holograms in films are transparent. Three-dimensional, definitely really there and fucking transparent. I could see right through him to the white tent the forensic team had set up to protect the area around the body.
Right, I thought, just because you've gone mad doesn't mean you should stop acting like a policeman.
'Can you tell me what you saw?' I asked.