Mathias

"Not the worst either," Veronica said absently, then glanced over. "For him, anyway. He was in the sheriff's department for years. He's... dealt with similar before." There was, as ever, the inevitable memory washing over her, the sensation of his hands on her arms as he dragged her back from Lilly's body. Everything had looked so strange in that light, blue and shifting by the side of the pool. It hadn't been real. The killer vines were different, at least. Memorable, anyway.