Blood Witch by Naomi Clark

Author:Naomi Clark [Clark, Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781772333770
Amazon: B00YSJNZM4
Goodreads: 25709655
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2015-06-02T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The police interview room was no more pleasant the second time around. This time at least, it was just Lola and Hardy – Scherer had been sent to get himself checked over. He hadn't looked too badly hurt on the surface but he'd taken a hard fall and his partner insisted he go get a doctor's opinion. Lola was unabashedly relieved; Scherer was definitely the more skeptical of the two and she hoped Hardy might be easier to talk to on her own.

“I went through a real gothy phase when I was a kid,” Hardy said. They were alone in the interview room, just them and the watery coffee. It created an air of sterile intimacy. “Dyed my hair purple, listened to Marilyn Manson and hung out in cemeteries at the weekends.” She smiled ruefully.

“I'm not going through a teenage rebellion phase,” Lola said. “I'm too old, for one thing.”

“I know. I'm just trying to find some common ground. Do you hang out in cemeteries at night, for example?”

Lola shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Not regularly, no.”

“But you knew what we'd find there today. And you still haven't explained what that – any of that – has to do with our dead guy.”

Lola rubbed at the bandage covering her wrist. It was nowhere near as satisfying as scratching bare skin. “You wouldn't believe me if I just told you. I had to show you.”

“Did you know that man would be there, waiting to attack?” Hardy asked, voice icy. No longer looking for common ground, Lola guessed.

“I wouldn't have taken you there if I'd thought we'd be in danger,” Lola snapped. “I only knew about the caskets and I wanted you to see that before I told you anything in case you just dismiss me as crazy or deluded.” Yvette's warning about the McMartin preschool flashed through her mind and she grimaced.

Hardy sipped her coffee and pulled the same face. “So tell me now. Tell me everything you know, no matter how crazy it sounds. I've got three dead bodies on my hands and so far the only clue I have is you.”

Lola figured she had nothing left to lose, really. And if telling Hardy what she knew had even the smallest chance of preventing another death, she had to do it. So she spilled everything – everything except Tristesse. The demon duchess seemed separate from all this in Lola's mind. She knew it was an artificial separation, but she just couldn't bring herself to add Tristesse into all this. It was a decision from the heart, not the head, and she hoped she wouldn't regret it later.

She did talk about the Nightingale Choir, about auras and blood magic, about ritual killings and the possibility of beings from other dimensions. She didn't use the words hell or Gehenna. She figured Hardy would appreciate a no-frills explanation of magic and all it encompassed. She couldn't bring herself to look at Hardy as she talked, in case she saw scorn, so instead she stared into her cooling coffee.

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