"Yep," Molly says, mouth pressed into a thin line, and holds up her phone. "Got a text from a coworker. I mean, it's not like I really knew the guy or anything, but..." But this whole situation is still incredibly fucked up, and she thinks Russell will get her meaning. It's not even like the council members are the only people who've died in the last few days, but three out of six on top of her boss's being attacked by that fucking dog is a little unsettling. He'd always seemed like a good guy, too — a little eccentric, but nice.

Mostly, she's just tired of death.

"God, what a weird fucking week."