“I know you didn’t. As for everyone else…” Harlow grunted, crossing his arms. “How can you explain us ending up with this case?”
“That…” Tony frowned. “I’ll look into it.” Tony sighed again but then his gaze flicked down. “Did you kill tonight, Harlow?”
He glanced to where Tony was looking—Harlow’s blood stained hands. He scoffed. “Don’t worry, the bastards are still alive, and only one is a little fucked up, but he shouldn’t die. I patched him up.”
Harlow had shoved some gauze in his sac. They were lucky he’d even bothered to toss them in the back seat of his Jeep before heading over here.
“Where are they?”
“In my Jeep still.”
“It’s like ten degrees outside.”
“Ask me if I care if they freeze to death.”
Tony rolled his eyes.
“A witch was involved.”
His boss frowned. “How do you know?”
“Because there were a shit ton of footprints in that clearing, and a hell of a lot of blood. That many people don’t just appear out of nowhere and surprise a vampire. Not to mention, their footprints just randomly startedinthe clearing. I’m guessing Foxx didn’t know they were there until he was already surrounded. To add on, I didn’t hear any screaming. I wasn’t so far away that I shouldn’t have heard it. But I didn’t hear anything.”
“Fuck, that’s…” Tony trailed off when Harlow’s phone began to ring again, buzzing on the desk. “Who the hell is calling you now?”
Harlow glanced down, eyeing the number on the screen with a frown. “Don’t know.” Snatching it up, he flipped it open. “Who is this and how did you get this number?”
There was a pause before a woman began to speak, her voice light and lyrical. “Hello, I’m Sephira Genevieve. I’m not sure if Foxx told you about me. But he gave me this number in case I couldn’t get through on his. He was supposed to come to my home tonight, but it’s well past the time he said he’d be here, and he hasn’t responded to any of my texts or calls.”
The fucking brat…giving out his number. Harlow glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already past 4am. He remained silent, thinking. Could this witch be trusted?
“Give me a minute,” he grunted before putting his phone on mute, so she couldn’t hear him.
“Look up a name for me. Sephira Genevieve. She’s a witch who recently befriended Foxx. I want to know everything about her. She could be involved.”
Tony blinked. “She’s not…”
“What? You haven’t even checked.”
“Sephira works for us on an as needed basis. She is very old and very powerful. Don’t tell her I said the first part. I’ve known and worked with her almost as long as you’ve been alive. I’d bet my life on her not being involved in this.”
It was…good enough reassurance, he supposed.
“She would likely be able to figure out if any witches are involved though. I would have asked her to join in on the case, but she has kept out of Guild business the last few years due to personal reasons.”
Harlow unmuted his phone. “Tell me something about Tony, that proves who you are.”
She remained silent for a moment, before asking, “What has happened?”
“I am the one asking the questions here. Either answer or I’m hanging up.”
The woman sniffed. “Fine. About thirty years ago, on a hunt, Tony accidently set his pants on fire while trying to burn a corpse. He managed to come out unscathed, but he did end up losing both his pants and underwear. The man had to walk back to the car half naked in the middle of winter.”
He repeated what she just told him, barely holding back his laughter as Tony’s eyes widened in horror.
Harlow snorted. “Well, that’s good enough verification for me. Foxx was taken by a group of priests tonight. They were able to trap him with the help of a witch. Anyone you know?”
“Where was he captured?” she asked, her voice sounded cold as ice now.
