Chapter 93

“And the last one?” Nathan asked.

“Most recent,” Jim went on, “Cynthia Hedin. Senior. Stage Manager. Found with seven industrial staples in her jugular. Bled out.Man.” Jim looked up. “I can’t believe these people keep passing this stuff off as accidents.”

“Well, they do all look like accidents,” Sasha shrugged. “And you know how people always see what they want to see.”

“Sounds like asking faculty and students is gonna be our best bet for finding out more,” Nathan said. “Still wanna hit the school tonight?”

“Definitely,” Jim insisted. “If the dark fae we’re after is living in the auditorium or other buildings, even if we don’t find it tonight, I might be able to sense something.”

“You can’t sense anything now?” Sasha asked.

“I don’t…think so. Not the way I could when I was…the other night. I’m not really sure how to tap into it for long distance. At least not…safely. Not yet.”

Nathan patted Jim on the shoulder. “Don’t sweat it. We’ll find something.”