“You don’t remember what kind of accident?”
Zane frowned. “I’m not sure. I remember she was extremely athletic and had a scholarship somewhere, but the details aren’t coming to me right now.”
We spent the next ten minutes going through the rest of the bedroom, the closets, and the bathroom.
“I think we’ve gotten everything we’re going to get here,” I said, holding up the three evidence bags.
Zane nodded. “Let’s drop these off at the lab.”
10
“Ihate that this might ruin our Valentine’s dinner,” Zane said as he waited for me to ward the Quinn house, “but would you like to interview Sasha Carter and get her take on the relationship she’s having with Hunter Quinn?”
“We might as well. Everything will hold for another hour with our dinner. The spell I cast was a four-hour warming spell.” I followed him to the Aston, and we got inside. “I’ll see where she lives.” I pulled out my phone and called up the PADA app that listed every citizen’s address and place of business. “Oh, bingo.”
Zane pulled out of the circle drive and onto the street. “What?”
“Do you know where Sasha Carter works?”
“No idea.”
“According to the app, she owns Fairy-Kissed Confections. The chocolate shop inside Supernatural Sport Resort.” I glanced over at him. “Crystal gave me a box of goodies from there at our Galentine’s party last night.”
Zane snorted. “So that’s why Hunter’s going out to the resort for the next few nights.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Tacky, right?”
“It does reek of salaciousness.”
I smiled at his word choice. Only my Fallen Angel. “PADA app says her home address is 294 Seawell Drive.”
Zane took a right at the end of the road and headed into Mystic Cove. As we cruised down the winding two-lane road, I glanced out my window to the ocean I knew was on my right. It was too dark now to see, but it still brought me comfort. Zane slowed the Aston down when we reached the town limits and took a right at the second intersection off Main Street.
“Let me drop off the evidence bags real quick,” he said.
A few minutes later, he parked in front of the limestone building and hurried over to the security alarm. A while back, PADA had installed a biometric system. Zane and I had both chosen to have our palms scanned instead of a retinal scan.
I’d seen too many scary movies for that to ever go right.
It didn’t take long before he was back outside and sliding behind the wheel. “Next stop, Sasha Carter’s place.”
Three blocks later, he made a left onto Seawell Drive. It was a quiet residential street with tidy front yards and glowing porch lights. Sasha’s place was a single-story sage cottage with white trim and glowing yellow shutters. A stone pathway led to a covered front porch, and two potted evergreens flanked the door.
“Cute house,” I said, shutting the Aston’s door. “I like the enchanted shutters.”
Zane and I walked up the stone walkway, and Zane knocked on the door.
“Just a minute,” a voice from inside called out.
The door was opened by a woman with shoulder-length brown hair and large doe eyes. She was dressed in cream lounge pants and a red cashmere sweater. She was also holding a martini glass filled with green liquid and a floating apple slice.
“Yes?” She took a sip of her drink, and my eyes dropped to the bracelet on her wrist. “Can I help you?”
“Sasha Carter?” I asked.
“That’s me.”
“I’m Detective Kara Hilder, and this is my partner, Zane. We’re with PADA. Would you mind if we came inside to talk?”
