Corpse Girl hiding a hat from Legion

“Here,” said Freedom. He pulled off his headgear and handed it down to her.
“You sure?”
“I’ve got three,” he said.
Madelyn adjusted the strap and tugged the cap over her head. It shaded her eyes enough someone would have to look twice to see her bleached irises. She smiled up at him. “Good?”
He nodded.
“That supposed to impress me?” asked the exes.
Freedom glanced down at them. “Sorry?”
“Magic tricks ain’t gonna save the day,” Legion said. “Don’t go thinking you can distract me with ********.”
The huge officer hardened his stare at the dead man. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The dead faces below twisted into a dozen identical scowls. “Don’t play games with me, big man. Where’d your hat go?”

Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 287-288
Peter Clines
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