I looked back to make sure Molly hadn’t fainted, but she appeared fascinated.
A few other cops milled around inside the room. When they noticed us, they quieted and stared at us. “Supernatural bounty hunters,” Detective Swanson told the group.
The cops nodded, looking at Cass a little longer than was polite.
‘Assholes. I hate humans,’Cass spoke through our bond.
‘Calm down. You’re unique. They just want their look.’
I moved closer to the pictures. The victims were all women and seemed to be well on in age.
“Are all the victims elderly?” What was with the white eyes? I’d never seen that before. Could be witch magic though, taking their sight so that a witch could see the future?
Detective Swanson ran a shaky hand through thinning hair. “That’s the thing. When we arrive on the scene, the bodies look elderly. But the vics’ families assure us their daughters were in their early twenties.”
I gasped.
The siren.A chill worked up my arms, confirming my hunch that she was involved.
Sirens could suck out the souls of humans, and with the help of a witch, Calista could siphon that magic to others, making them look younger. These young girls were literally being drained of their youth. I was sure of it.
“Was there any water present, or evidence of water damage at the scenes?” Molly asked.
I was about to shoot her a look to shut up, but it was a really good question. By the way the detective’s eyes sprang open, the answer wasyes.
“Every scene has had some type of water involved or water trail left behind. Is this some kind of water witch?” he asked.
Cass and I shared a look, trying to contain our snickers. There was no such thing as a water witch. Humans never took the time to learn about the supernaturals they feared.
“No, sir. I think we’re dealing with a very dangerous siren who’s colluding with a witch. Not a water witch,” I amended.
I’d have to go digging through the Black family tree to see what kind of witch enemies we might have in town. Actually, that’d be a good job for Molly.
The detective looked unsure. “Siren? Like a mermaid?”
Cass fluttered his wings, flying up onto the desk. “Like a mermaid that lures you to your death and sucks out your soul before drowning you.”
The detective swallowed hard. “How do we nab her? I’ve got ten dead bodies already, and the media is going to get a hold of this soon.”
The media.Ugh.Whenever the media got hold of a supernatural serial killer, things got ten times worse for supernaturals.
“Don’t tip off the media yet. We’ll find her,” I promised.
His jaw set. “Fine. But I can only give you forty-eight hours before I’ll be forced to make this public. My boss’ll roast my ass if I keep this quiet any longer than that.”
Two days to find this bitch. As usual, the odds were against us.
‘I’ll bet the witch she’s working with killed Gran,’Cass said.
Oh hell no. If that was true, I’d tear them both limb from limb.
“We’re going to need the case files to figure out the siren’s patterns. How she finds her victims and the such,” Molly told the detective.
‘Damn! She’s better at this part than we are,’I said to Cass, who just chuckled.
After filling the back of Brock’s truck with ten case file boxes, we drove home in silence as we stewed over what we’d learned.
I dropped them off in front of the cabin but kept the truck running. “I gotta go to Brock’s for my transfusion.”
