Scowling, Rory knelt on the ground and took the poor kid’s hand in his. “What’s this?”
Jedi shrugged. “Not sure. I wasn’t going to remove it until I was in the lab, but if you want, it’s your crime scene.”
Rory gently uncurled the bloody fingers to show a small silver pendant. No doubt it was a memento she’d snatched from her attacker.
Arching a brow, Rory turned back toward Luke. “Don’t you wear one of these?”
Moving to his side, Luke took it from his hand. “My pendant vanished a few days ago. No idea how. And this is a heptagram. Mine’s a hexagram.”
Suspicion darkened Rory’s eyes as he rose to his feet. “What’s the difference?”
“Mine’s six-pointed. That has seven. Hence the whole hepta versus hexa. Big difference between them.”
Rory appeared very skeptical. “If you say so.”
Luke gave him a pointed glare. “I do because it is true.” Hands on his hips, he turned toward Sorcha. “’Cause, Fuck You, Ken, right?”
She burst out laughing, then hid it behind a coughing spell. How could he do that to her? Inside jokes didn’t belong at a crime scene.
“What the hell does that mean?” Rory asked in an irritated tone.
Luke sneered. “Someone’s obviously screwing around with me for some unknown reason.”
“That’s hard to believe.” Rory scoffed. “Who would dare?”
“I have enemies like anyone else. And some of mine hold serious grudges for a really long time.” He looked past Rory to Sorcha who saw the fury in those amber eyes.
What are you thinking? she asked him with her thoughts.
That’s not a snowflake. It’s an effing fairy star painted in blood, and so is the pendant in her hand.
Sorcha had no idea what he was talking about, but she took her own photo of the blood pattern for later. She was dying to ask him some questions where they could discuss it outside of her head.
Honestly, she knew next to nothing about a fairy star so she Googled it while Luke bickered with Rory.
Those two had some dicey history and it was clear they should never go out drinking together. No doubt, they’d both land in jail for assault.
Even Bernadette moved closer to them, and Sorcha didn’t miss the fact that Bernadette rested her hand on her taser as she placed herself between them.
Laughing over that, Sorcha thumbed through her search. The fairy star was a pretty symbol. She’d seen it from time to time while in New Orleans at a lot of the new age, voodoo and occult stores. Even on a few book covers.
Honestly, she’d never paid it much attention.
Now…
Luke knew something and she wanted to pick that gorgeous brain.
“Do I have to separate you two?” Bernadette gently backed Rory up. “Don’t make me call your boss, Corvan. We’re supposed to be coordinating on this.”
Holding his blue-gloved hands up, he stepped away.
Luke took a step toward him. But Bernadette cut him off with a hand to the center of his chest. “Why don’t you and Sorcha search the area?”
In other words, they were being banished from Corvan.
Luke’s nostrils flared. “Fine.” Then, he returned to her side.
“You know something about this. Spill.”
