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Kenneth Benton and Agent Boone turned to look as I walked back into Saphina’s booth. I froze. Boone didn’t look worried or roughed up at all. Kenneth must have played nice so far. Physically, he didn’t look like he could take the DPI in a fight. Kenneth’s average height and lean build didn’t give him…
Agent Boone convinced the security guard, who came to check on things, to walk me to the market’s healer. He couldn’t take me and risk someone helping Saphina while we were gone. Not many people liked her, thanks to her propensity for dark magic. That didn’t matter when helping her out meant a powerful witch…
None of the gold lights came into Saphina’s booth, as if her wares scared off the warmer lighting. She embraced the gothic aesthetic, wearing a flowing black dress with a corseted waist. Her dark hair framed her face with loose curls. It worked for her. I didn’t have to be attracted to women to acknowledge…
Agent Boone’s underlings returned to the DPI when they finished documenting the scene and collecting samples. He and I split off from them to my immense relief. I had no idea what they’d do with everything they collected, but I knew I wouldn’t be much help with it. Instead, we headed to the market as…
Flynn darted off between the trees when I nodded, confirming Agent Boone headed up the party of DPI agents walking toward me. Boone might reprimand me for not keeping him around for an interview. I’d rather the agents get mad at me than let them near my friends. I remembered the way some of them…
Halfway through my breakfast, Flynn texted me that he’d be back in town in thirty minutes and was free the rest of the day to show me where he’d found the knife. I revised my plans for the day and asked him to pick me up and drop me off at the location. Once there,…
“Casper, wake up!” Cormac yelled in a way that told me this wasn’t his first attempt. “What’s up, ghosty?” “Your wicked witch is on her way,” he said. “What? How close is she?” I asked. “I don’t know. I was texting the all-clear every hour, as you said. But then new people showed up to…