“It’s Godfrey,” Rook announces from behind me somewhere. “The Imitator doesn’t kill men.” I look at the ceiling, watching clumps drop onto the floor, before turning to look at him and Alistair in the doorway. “No.” He shakes his head, grimacing at the scene before pointing at the body. “That’s Conner Godfrey, or what’s left of him. I found his car parked in the backyard.”
