“Just thinking,” I blew on my coffee to cool it quicker and took a glug. “What’s up?”
“I need to work.”
I’d figured this would happen. Evie’s world had been rocked, but I’d known it was only a matter of time before she was ready to face what had happened.
“I’ve had the locations of several cameras sent to Steve. I’m hoping one of them will have our black SUV on it and we can get the plate number. If you’re up for it, I’ll give you a list of the cameras we’ve already found, and you can search the neighborhood for anything we might’ve missed. Then, head to the tower and help Steve search through the footage.”
“Okay. I’m going to run down to the mall and grab a few things and then I’ll get to work.”
“Vas will be here soon, and he’ll take you. Text me if you need anything.”
She nodded and I stuffed my keys in my pocket, reaching for my phone as it vibrated on the counter.
Kyla.
Swung by the dog walking gig. No luck. But I found a housesitting job for the night Riona disappeared. It was last-minute. No mention of it in her calendar but her texts were synced to her laptop. She’d house sat for their friends a few times and these guys asked her to fill in for someone else who had to cancel.
Finally. Finally, something we could use.
Send me the address. I’ll meet you there.
Kyla instantly replied with an address in Rockwood.I’d managed to leave during rush hour, and I gritted my teeth as I bullied my way across town. Kyla was already leaning against her car, waiting for me as I pulled up to the house.
Rockwood was a mostly human neighborhood, popular with white-collar workers and business owners. I turned and scanned the street. It was quiet in the suburban way that gave me the heebie-jeebies. I climbed out of my car and crossed the narrow road.
“Any signs of life?”
“No one coming or going. Feels empty to me.”
We walked a few feet toward the front door and Kyla stiffened.
“I smell blood.”
Fuck. I closed my eyes as dread climbed into my stomach and stayed there.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to keep moving.
“Door’s unlocked,” I murmured, trying the handle.
I pulled my Colt, opened the door, and scanned the entranceway.
Blood was smeared across the tiled floor, staining the grout crimson. An arc of red decorated the door behind me, while the first few stairs of the wide staircase had gotten the majority of the splatter.
It stunk of black magic.
I glanced at Kyla. “What do you smell?”
“A black witch. A human male. Riona was definitely here.”
Shit. “The human male— how do you know it’s not the human guy who lives here?”
“It’s more recent.” She took a deep breath. “The blood isn’t human.”
“Are you sure?”
She slid me a look. Okay, the werewolf was sure. I rocked back on my heels. There was still a chance Riona was alive.
“What kind of blood is it?”
