“Here’s an earring.” Thad held up a Ziploc bag with a thin gold hoop with a small heart attached to it.
“Oh, no.” Elora recoiled.
“They picked it up about two blocks from the restaurant where she works, and they believe it might be hers.” He reached over Elora’s desk and pointed at the earrings Ava Davis was wearing in the picture, which looked to be the same. “So it’s likely she fought. There’s some blood on it.” He wanted to ask Elora some questions about her skill, but Ric and Leo were still hanging around, and shifters heard way too much.
Elora lowered her voice into a whisper. “I don’t want to touch it.”