Chapter 85-1
Kiana
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I stared at Officer Jones’s blank face as he held the door open to the station. The sharp metallic smell of blood overwhelmed my senses as I stepped closer. Willa grabbed my arms but was careful not to say anything. Janelle had been very clear that the officers would remember
everything we said.
This was the man who’d beat Troy. There wasn’t a mark on him. My mate really was trying to play
by the rules.
In a game where no one was playing by the rules, it would get him killed. “I find it alarming, Officer Jones,” I said loudly. “That my husband has been beaten but there’s no one in the cell with him. I’m sure you have an explanation for this.”
“No, ma’am,” he said woodenly. The spell would only allow him to say yes or no.
“I see. When my husband’s lawyer arrives, I’m sure he’ll be looking into the matter. In the meantime,
penny that you have. if any more marks appear on him, we will sue this department for every little Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Willa practically pushed me out the door, and Janelle murmured something before the door closed. When we met the other on the other side of the parking lot, I looked at the witch.
The use of the magic was taking a toll on her. “What did you say to them?”
“I instructed them to follow the procedure in their handbook for two hours. They may awaken prior to that if anyone else interacts with them. This will protect them if anything violent happens but also keep the spell quiet.”
“Shame. I’d be tickled pink if a car ran them over,” I muttered.
“Tickled pink?” Saul echoed. “That’s an interesting thought.”
“Officer Jones was beating Troy. Morven probably paid him,” I said bitterly and sighed.
“Let’s get this over with. Where are the dead bodies?”
I was in a hurry. One day until Morven killed Cindy. Sweet and innocent little Cindy. I’d thought she was a plant. I’d thought they were all plants.
No, they were all just victims of Morven’s cruelty. Now Cindy was going to die if I couldn’t end this before the deadline.
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One day. Everyone stared at me when I demanded they help me. I knew what they were all thinking. There was no way I would get this all done in one day.
But I had to try. I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.
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Saul had rightfully assumed that the local doctor was also the coroner. Janelle used magic to get us in and then sagged against the wall with the effort. She’d had enough for one day. Saul silently pulled a chair up for her and directed her to sit.
The door to the morgue was locked, but only with a simple deadbolt. Apparently the doctor was more concerned with their drugs than their dead people.
That was just fine with me.
There were three bodies in the morgue. One elderly woman and the two victims. Pulling the drawers open, I took one look at them and inhaled sharply.
“Creepy,” Willa muttered as we both stared at my dead body. “It’s pretty perfect.”
I wrinkled my nose. “It’s covered in magic.”
Saul pulled down the sheet, and I cleared my throat before he could get too far. He bowed his head. “I’m only looking to see if they’ve performed an autopsy. They have not. I’ll just check on the other body while you undo this atrocious spell.”
We all knew it wasn’t me, but I wasn’t all that keen in learning if the rest of the body would resemble me as well. Willa handed me a pair of latex gloves, and I touched the cold skin. Memories flashed before my eyes. All of my father’s victims that I’d had to bury.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry that you had to die because of me.”
“Not because of you,” Saul interjected crossly. “We’ve talked about this. You are not responsible for your father’s kills. You are not responsible for Morven’s.”
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