I lowered the shotgun just a little and looked down at the talking corpse that was still trapped in the earth of his own grave. His body was decayed, so he looked like a regular zombie, but his mind was still awake and human. God help me.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Anita, what is going on?” Zerbrowski asked. He stared down at the zombie with the horror plain on his face, which you don’t see from veteran cops much, not in public anyway. They save the horror for private moments, or getting drunk with friends.

“Please, help me out of this grave.”

“Are you still craving human flesh, Mr. Warrington?”

He shook his corpse head. “No, no, I just want out of this place.”

Manny came to stand beside me. “What are we going to do?”

“Damned if I know.”

“Do we dig him out?” the short dark-haired grave digger asked.

“No, no one else goes in the grave,” I said.

“Help me, Ms. Blake, help me.”

“We’re going to, Mr. Warrington, just as soon as we figure out how to do that without endangering anyone else.”

“I’m not craving flesh anymore, Ms. Blake.”

“You’re too scared right now. No one craves food when they’re this scared.”

He raised his free hand and looked at it. The flesh had molded to it, so that it was just a skeleton hand with pale, waxy skin formed over it. “What’s wrong with my hand? Why does it look like that?”

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

“He doesn’t know what he is,” Zerbrowski said.

“He knows,” I said.

“What’s wrong with me, Ms. Blake? What’s happening?”

“Do you remember why you wanted me to put you back in your grave?”

“No, I mean . . . I was craving human flesh. I was dangerous to others.”

“Yes, potentially, and I told you that all zombies did one thing, do you remember what that was?”

He shook his head, then looked up at me, blinking those rotting eyes. “You said all zombies rot; no matter how lifelike I looked, I would rot.”

“Yes.”

“Is that what’s happening to me?”

“I’m afraid so.”

He started screaming then, over and over, just ragged screams, and struggling to free himself from the dirt of his grave. Manny touched my arm and motioned me to walk with him. I told Nicky and Domino that the zombie could free himself a little more, but if he tried to get out of the grave to shoot him.

Manny took me far enough away so we could hear over the zombie’s screams. Zerbrowski came with us. “What the fuck, Anita? I mean, what the fuck is that thing?”

“It’s a zombie,” I said.

He shook his head. “I’ve seen zombies, and this isn’t it. I mean, it looks like one, but they don’t think, and they don’t feel. One of the things that makes them so dangerous is that they don’t feel when you’re chopping them up, so the bits just keep crawling after you. This one, this one feels things.”

“I know, Zerbrowski, I know. Don’t you think I know?”

He nodded. “Of course, you do; I’m sorry, partner. This is why you wanted to exhume him.”

“I couldn’t leave him down there like this.”

“No, God, no.”

“Anita,” Manny said.

I looked at him.

“How are we going to give him back to death?”

I thought it was an odd phrasing, but I didn’t have a better one. “I don’t know, Manny, there’s no ceremony for this, not really.”

“We could try a second animal sacrifice and blood circle and put him back with salt and steel.”

“You’re talking about the old-school way where we sew his mouth up with salt, aren’t you?”

“We try modern first and if that doesn’t work, we go old-school.”

“You really want to try to hold him down while we sew his mouth shut, while he screams for help? Fuck no.”

“I second that,” Zerbrowski said. “No, we are not doing that.”

“Do you have a suggestion, Sergeant, because if you do I am eager to hear it,” Manny said.

Zerbrowski looked at him, then to me, and back to Manny. “I don’t have suggestions, I’m just agreeing with Anita that we are not holding this . . . thing down and sewing its mouth shut in the hope that it will be dead for real then, because you aren’t sure that will work either, are you?”

Manny sighed. “No, Sergeant, I’m not.”

“What is wrong with this zombie, Anita? Why is it this alive?”

“It’s not alive.”

“Why is it this aware, then?”

“I told you, he was a cannibal in life.”

“And that explains why he didn’t die again when you put him in the grave tonight?”

“Maybe; it’s all I got to explain it, so yeah, we’ll go with that.”

“Anita, you don’t know, do you?”

“If you were your boss I’d deny it, but no, Zerbrowski, I don’t know.”

“Shit,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“Then we have no choice but to treat him like you would treat any rogue zombie, Anita,” Manny said.

“What do you mean, Manny?”

“Shoot his head off and hopefully blow his brains out so he’s not aware, and then let the fire team turn him to ashes.”

“There’s got to be another way, Manny.”

“Legally, we can put the dirt back and just leave him as he is.”

“No,” I said.

“No,” Zerbrowski said, “we can’t do that.”

“If we can’t put him back with voodoo, then what choice do we have but to treat him as we would any rogue zombie?”

“Manny, there’s got to be another way.”

“I would be glad to hear it, Anita. I liked Warrington, he seemed a decent man, but what’s in that grave is not him. It was never him.”

“Then what was it, Manny? What the fuck did I raise from the grave tonight?”

“I don’t know, but it’s rotting like any zombie; you know that sometimes the mind is the last thing to go. It is the cruelest way for them to rot, but it happens, we’ve both seen it before. This is no different.”

“They don’t have this much mind to begin with, Manny, and you know it. Don’t stand there and tell me it’s not different this time.”

He just looked at me.

“Manny, damn it.”

“I’m sorry, Anita, truly, but we must do something before dawn. If that happens first then he could fall back into death, but it might last only until nightfall and then he would be trapped again, drowning in the dirt of his own grave. Can you not feel how close dawn is, Anita?”

I had been feeling it, but finally acknowledged it. It was still as dark as it had been all night, but there was a softness in the air, a breath of dawn. All the animators I knew who had survived for any length of time as vampire executioners had been able to feel the rise and setting of the sun, even underground in the dark. We just knew, as if the sun traveled not just across the sky but through our bodies.

Zerbrowski checked his iPhone in the dark. “We’ve got an hour until dawn, though I never understand how both of you always know that.”