Chapter 193

Parker didn't move, luckily.

I reeeeaached for Parker's hand with the detective's pen. Something thin and brown trailed from within his palm. What was he pointing toward exactly, if he was pointing? The wooden fence maybe? The direction his killer had gone? It was snowing so hard now that all signs of footprints had vanished.

With the tip of the pen, I snagged the thin, brown...thing. As I brought it closer, I realized it looked like braided leather. Metal clasps connected the two ends, and another clasp dangled from the center, only it was missing what had once hung from it. It was a necklace, or it had once been when part of it wasn't missing. He had appeared to be looking for something at Age Is Just A Number Antiques & Appraisals. Could it be that the missing part of this necklace was what he was looking for?

What if though...? Before I could change my mind, I flashed out my free hand and pinched his nose. Nothing happened. Dead Parker was definitely still dead Parker.