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"Tristan Moore?" Conan gasped out in shock as he looked at Coffey. "Did I just hear you correctly?" Conan couldn't bring himself to believe his ears right that moment. "He was the killer." Coffey chuckled softly. "The case was cleared out and when I took it upon myself, he turned me into a werewolf, a curse I must live with all the days of my life." Coffey cursed as he looked at Conan. "You thought I was born as a werewolf?" He chuckled as he stared at Conan. He loved the shock that was visible on Conan's face. "Guess I am one of those that has a shocking life experience. It's always like that. The purest ones suffer the most and every day, I still mourn my wife. I wish I never met her at least. Just maybe, maybe she couldn't have died in that manner. Or maybe, I might just be the co