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by Jen Pretty


  Kai disappeared with Nick first then sifted back in and

  grabbed Peran and me.

  In the blink of an eye we were on the city street in front

  of a run-down house with its windows smashed. Nick

  wasn’t on the street, but voices were yelling inside the

  decrepit house.

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  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  “What the hell?” I shouted as I ran through the half-

  open door into the house. The door screamed on rusty

  hinges as I slammed through it.

  The yelling was coming from the second floor, so I

  started up the rickety stairs.

  One board cracked under my foot, but I leapt up fast

  enough I didn't fall through the new opening. As I reached

  the top of the stairs, the arguing cut off.

  I skidded to a halt and tiptoed towards the door the noise

  had been coming from. Wall paper was peeling from the

  walls in long thin strips, hanging like branches of a weeping

  willow.

  A hand fell on my shoulder and I whipped around,

  pulling in a quick breath so I could scream, but caught

  Kai’s face instead of whatever monster I was expecting. I

  let out the ragged breath and moved closer to the door. My

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  heart still raced in my chest. Nick had to be in there with

  Falcor. I was sure I would find the worst when my hand

  moved to push the door open.

  I slipped around the corner, but the room was empty.

  All the tension left my body for a minute before I realized

  what that meant.

  “Falcor has Nick,” I swung around to look at Kai. He

  had a worried look on his face and pointed to a table where

  two cell phones sat. One of which I recognized as Nick’s.

  “Shit,” I said.

  “I second that,” Peran said.

  “How do we find them now?”

  Kai shook his head.

  “We have to find Nick,” I said. Panic started to pull at

  me. My lungs contracted making it hard to breathe. Where

  was Crow?

  “Crow!” I yelled, and a moment later the bird flew in

  through the open window.

  “Can you find Nick?” I asked as he landed on the top

  of an empty bookcase that lined the wall. He looked down

  at me, his beady black eyes unblinking. Then he launched

  himself off the bookcase headed straight for me.

  I stumbled back, knowing exactly what was coming.

  Crow gave one massive flap of his wings and then tucked

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  them in tight to his sides, his beak leading the way like an

  Olympic diver.

  I flung my arms backward trying to catch my fall, but

  before I even hit the ground, Crow disappeared into my

  stomach. My lungs expelled air with a whoosh as crow

  filled me.

  Then I was looking at the city from above, soaring

  effortlessly through the sky. The sun beat down on my

  back warming me as I flew. My eyes scanned the city streets

  and tracked cars as they sped past. I saw locations I

  recognized: the diner, the graveyard. Then I veered

  towards the river.

  Other birds called and flew past. This view of the city

  was remarkable. I coasted on the air current. The heat from

  the sun reflected off the pavement below ruffled my

  feathers and lifted me higher. I tucked in my wings and

  dropped lower to get a better view as we passed the bridge

  that crossed the river.

  On the far shore I could see people standing around.

  Police lights flashed as someone pulled something from

  the water. My heart sank.

  I prayed it wasn’t Nick as my wings flapped hard to

  fight against the wind and take me to the far shore. As I

  approached, it became clear the body wasn’t Nick’s; it was

  a woman with long black hair. Her face was familiar, but I

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  couldn't place her. Her throat was a slashed mess and her

  skin was white as snow. They laid her on a board and

  zipped her into a black body bag before the officers carried

  her towards a waiting ambulance. I scanned the crowd and

  found Nick standing next to Falcor. They both watched as

  the men loaded the woman's remains.

  I cawed as I flew overhead and Nick looked up. I

  swung back around, but there were too many people, I

  didn’t want to land.

  Nick said something to Falcor, and they walked away

  from the scene. I soared back around to follow them, but

  they had vanished.

  “Selena.” Someone called my name, but the voice

  sounded distant. I glanced around, but didn’t see anyone

  looking in my direction.

  I soared back out across the river. Sparkles of the sun

  on the water caught my attention, then they disappeared as

  the water waved and rolled in the wind.

  “Selena, come back,” someone said.

  Weird. There were no boats or anything on the water.

  “Come back to me.” That was definitely Nick but I

  couldn't remember where I was going. I flapped my wings

  until I reached the shore, then I set down on a piece of

  driftwood. I inspected the shoreline, waiting for something

  to move. Something delicious. There. A crayfish. I hopped

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  off the perch and fell upon my prey, cracking his hard shell

  and relishing the tender bits of meat inside.

  “Selena, come back to your body.”

  I looked around, but saw no one. Something niggled at

  the back of my mind. I was forgetting something. I jumped

  and flapped my wings, rising high in the sky to soar on the

  warm air currents. The people below looked like crayfish,

  scurrying about. I flew over the city, but something was

  pulling at me. When I circled back, I saw a small figure

  waving at me. I cawed in the human’s direction, then dove

  towards them.

  “Selena!” the human said. It made no sense to me, but

  humans were strange with their steel machines and

  colourful wraps.

  As I got closer, something about the human seemed

  familiar, like the voice I had heard earlier. Who was this

  human?

  I lit upon the edge of a balcony. The tall building was

  too high for bugs or grubs, but the human was interesting.

  I hopped closer, and he held out his hand. I inspected it

  for a moment.

  No food.

  I made a final hop and landed on his palm. He grinned

  at me and clamped a hand over my back. I squawked and

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  tried to struggle free, but he was already moving back into

  the building.

  Other humans were inside. One of them laying on the

  floor. I knew that one. She was important to me.

  I burst free of the human who held me, finally. Then

  dove straight at the body lying on the floor.

  In a flash I opened my eyes to look up at the ceiling.

  Coughing and choking, I rolled onto my side and reached

  into my mouth. I pulled the long black feather out. Then

  gagged several times and dry heaved, but prevented a full

  vomit.

  “Are you OK?” Nick asked. I knew them now. Nick,

  Peran, Kai and Falcor all hudd
led around me.

  “Shit that was weird,” I said, wiping the tears from my

  eyes. “I think I was Crow. Not just seeing through his

  eyes.”

  Crow cawed, and I scowled at the damn bird. “Don’t

  you do that ever again!” I said.

  He cawed again and bobbed his head. I gave him the

  finger and Nick laughed.

  I glanced back at Nick and then remembered we didn't

  like Falcor. “What is he doing here?” I asked.

  Nick glanced back at Falcor who wore a deep frown

  on his face.

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  “He isn't responsible for these murders. He had an

  alibi,” Nick said.

  “Who?” I asked.

  “He was playing poker with a buddy of mine all night

  last night. Someone killed that woman last night. He was

  at the school, with witnesses for the previous murder. So,

  it must be someone else.”

  I wanted to remind him that Colvin had seen Falcor

  doing bad things, but I didn’t want to paint a target on the

  little boy if Falcor was an evil warlock. I would just have to

  keep my guard up.

  Damn it.

  I pushed off the floor and rose on shaky legs, still

  feeling as though I had wings. The muscles of my back

  twitched, trying to move the phantom appendages. It was

  an uncomfortable feeling. That’s when I remembered the

  woman in the body bag. “I know that victim,” I said. “I

  saw her in my apartment building. Remember?” I turned

  to the guys.

  Nick nodded. “I remember seeing her the first day

  back in the city.” His frown deepened.

  “You can’t still think David is behind this?”

  Nick raised a shoulder in a shrug.

  “Who’s David?” Falcor asked.

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  “Her creepy superintendent. Or ex-superintendent.

  Do you even still live there?” Kai asked.

  “Yes, I still live there! I just need a few minutes of

  peace to clean up the mess.” I sighed. “Do we know

  anything else about the victims?”

  Falcor cleared his throat. “While you people were busy

  suspecting me of murder, I was doing an actual

  investigation.”

  “In other words, you sifted into the police station and

  read their reports,” Nick added.

  “I discovered,” Falcor went on, ignoring Nick. “That

  all the women had been out before their disappearance.

  Every single one. Either at a club or the library and in one

  case, a bridal shower and coming home late. Someone

  killed the first few in random locations around the city, but

  the victims' homes started to narrow down to around your

  building starting around the time you came to The

  Sanctuary.”

  “Since then, someone murdered six women from your

  block or building. Your friend lived outside the radius, but

  since she was killed in your building she counts.”

  Falcor’s casual words about Georgia’s death stung. I

  shook my head and pushed the pain away. I needed to

  focus.

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  “So, it's unlikely a murderer followed that victim home

  from a bridal shower, but someone could have followed

  the others from any public place.” I thought about the

  clubs we frequented. Georgia and I always took an Uber

  home. “How did they get home?”

  Everyone looked at Falcor who shook his head. “I

  didn't get to read them all before the clerk came back.”

  “We need to go back,” I said.

  “It’s dangerous to sift into a police station,” Peran said.

  “We have a better way to see the reports.” The glare he

  shot Falcor was obvious. Those two would never be

  friends.

  Falcor scowled and strode out of the room before

  Peran continued.

  “Detective Andrews, the lead detective on the case.”

  Peran walked through the door and we all followed him

  carefully through the old house and down to the street

  where we found Falcor leaning against the front of the

  building.

  “I want to help,” Falcor said, his voice low.

  Nick stared at him for a long moment and everyone

  else waited like it was Nick's decision.

  “Come on, Nick. I am not a freaking teacher. Let me

  do this,” Falcor said. It as a plea and the tone was not one

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  I would have thought Falcor would use. It was vulnerable

  and honest.

  Nick looked at me, but I kept my face blank. Falcor

  was an asshole, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be helpful

  in this. He was a warlock and could move us through the

  city, taking pressure off Kai.

  “Fine,” Nick said, eventually. “But one more screw up

  and you’re done.”

  Falcor’s lip ticked up into a grin and he reached out for

  Nick and I. The moment his hand landed on my shoulder

  the world went sideways.

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  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  I opened my eyes when the world stopped spinning

  and we were in the alley beside the police station.

  “It takes a while to get used to his magic,” Nick

  frowned at Falcor.

  “That’s not my fault,” Falcor replied.

  “I’m used to Kai's, how come his is different?” I asked

  Nick.

  Kai and Peran showed up then. Kai grinned at my

  obvious distress.

  “Falcor has no finesse,” Kai said.

  Falcor huffed and moved out of the alley. The rest of

  us followed him up the stairs and into the front entrance

  of the police station. It was midday, and the station was

  busy. Uniformed officers led civilians to desks or into back

  rooms while other people hung around or sat in rows of

  chairs along the walls. The receptionist was clicking

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  buttons and answering phones with a headset on. Her lips

  moved as fast as her fingers as she transferred phone calls

  and put people on hold.

  Our group was a bit disheveled looking, but she hardly

  raised a brow until Crow hopped up on her desk. I had

  almost forgotten about the feathered bastard.

  The receptionist looked up and screamed almost falling

  out of her seat.

  Falcor chuckled.

  “Sorry,” I said, wishing I could grab up the bird and

  tuck him in my pocket or something. I knew that would

  just lead to him pecking me again, so I hoped my apology

  was enough.

  “We need to see Detective Tom Andrews,” Kai said,

  ignoring the woman's alarm at my bird.

  Slowly she reached out and pushed a button on the

  computer and spoke into the headset. “Tom, there are

  some people here to see you.”

  She was silent for a second and then said: “I think you

  should come out here now.” She pushed a button on the

  keyboard, then pulled her headset off slowly and laid it on

  the counter before pushing her chair away from the desk.

  Crow helpfully bobbed his head and cawed loudly at

  her, making her get up and run away.

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  “Some people are afraid of birds, you jerk,” I muttered


  to Crow. He was still in my bad books for the stunt he

  pulled making me eat raw crayfish.

  He jumped off the table and flapped around the room.

  A few people had their cell phones out and were videoing

  the bird in the police station. Crow would have his five

  minutes of internet fame.

  Detective Tom Andrews came hurrying off the

  elevator and stopped dead at the spectacle before him. He

  watched the bird doing laps around the room with slow

  flaps of his wings, carefully avoiding the humans and light

  fixtures.

  “Shit,” he whispered. His eyes slid down to mine and

  he seemed to snap out of the spell my bird had cast. “Come

  this way,” he said.

  We all moved forward and crammed into the elevator.

  I held the door until Crow slid in and plopped onto the

  floor at my feet.

  Tom pushed the button for the third floor and I was

  happy not to be going to the basement coroner's office.

  Tom said nothing until we were all inside a tiny office with

  the door closed.

  “So, what brings you here?” he asked. He didn't sound

  mad, it was more ‘business as usual’.

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  “We were wondering how the victims got home,” I

  said when no one else offered to be the leader of our group.

  “We looked into that. Two of the women were

  walking, three had taken an uber, and the rest had their

  own cars.”

  “Crap,” I said.

  “Sorry, I wish this case were easier to solve too. But we

  must be getting closer,” Tom said.

  “Why do you say that?” Nick asked.

  Tom scratched his beard and collapsed in his desk

  chair. “The murders are accelerating and the location is

  definitely getting more specific. It's all around your

  building, Selena.”

  I already knew that. Then I had an idea. “The murders

  that weren’t around my building, how did those people get

  home?”

  Tom flipped through folders and papers for several

  minutes. “The first three were well away from your

  apartment building, those three all took an Uber home. We

  interviewed the driver, but he didn't remember the women

  and had fares all night long. Hardly enough time to kill a

  woman and dump her in the river.”

  We all thought for a moment. “It might be enough

  time to kill her and stuff her in his trunk though?”

 

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