The clothing melts from between his fingers. It settles back into the lines of Ramon's immaculate suit.

"Hotel?" Ramon scowls up at him. "Am I going to find another body when I leave?"

The weight atop him is so familiar. There was always one easy way to get him off. Ramon's hand shoots up along the length of Logan's leg, bone sharpening to knife him in the belly.

"You're supposed to be dead!"