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about ten other cases I’m actively pursuing.”
    “I get that. I’m sorry. It’s just I had nightmares last night about him coming back and you saw me the night before that. I’ve been pretty drained.”
    “Did you increase security? Call a locksmith?”
    “I rent so I had the landlord on it, but Saul’s not always the fastest on anything. You should see when my pipes burst from cold in winter. I didn’t have a flushing toilet for two weeks. My sister insisted I get some mace though.” And gave her a spare taser, metal baseball bat, and one of those cheesy swords from the Ren Fairs and Celtic Festivals Sheila loved so much. These were probably not things the lieutenant needed to know, especially since she didn’t exactly have taser training or licenses. “I’d feel better knowing what you were doing to stop him.”
    “Well the perp wore gloves and we had no prints. However, in that hole where you said your family heirloom was stolen…”
    “Yes, the, uh, book was from my grandparents.” A lie again but it sounded a lot better than the fact that she’d liberated it from a college but never bothered to return it. “So he left a calling card?”
    “Or he got sloppy, we can’t tell. I’ve been on the force twelve years and never seen anything like this at any scene,” she said, pulling the small vial out of her pocket.  
    The liquid inside was clear but that wasn’t what held Caitlin’s attention; it was the gold cross etched onto the vial’s front.  
    “Is it acid? What the Hell?”
    “Water. We had the lab do tests. It’s just regular tap water, but, and this is the old catechism talking, I’d say it was Holy Water. Is it yours?”
    “No, I’ve never seen anything like that in my life and I’m agnostic. My parents never took us to church as kids. It’s just not my thing.”
    O'Healy nodded. “We’re not sure what this means. It might be something cult related or just that he’s got his own religiosity and is possibly delusional to carry the vials around. I’m checking the database to see if anything like this has been left at crime scenes before. Whatever’s going on, it’s weird. Of course, that’s not any stranger to you is it?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Someone’s after you, Ms. Monroe, and it has nothing to do with just a robbery. I’d watch my back.”

CHAPTER NINE

    “YOU LOOK NICE,” Jonathan noted coming to stand at the bar across from him.
    Logan sighed and adjusted his tie. The steel interlocked pentacles were now a tie tack holding it in place. Even if mortals had no idea what it meant, he had to wear something that showed off his rank. Certain orders and traditions mattered, displaying what he’d earned as a general was important. After all, if he didn’t respect his rank, why should his men. Still, last night had been a terrible night. It was filled with memories of watching Adam die and what-if’s of losing even more of his men in the battle that had been. Mixed in with it were even more troubling visions of Caitlin, of watching him help her tap into her gifts and strengths, only to watch her be tortured by that same mad Knight who seemed to have an axe to grind specifically against him. He’d already watched a dear friend’s blood be shed. There was no way that Logan would let the woman he was coming to value so dearly join him.
    “I’m working the case as I promised. I made contact yesterday and now I’ll be introducing her more to our world per Corps orders. I don’t need help.”
    “I know you’ve introduced more than one witch to our ranks.”
    He snorted and tapped on the polished oak of the bar with his index finger. It gave him something to do besides stare at his commandant, to show doubt.  
    “More than a few over the centuries.”
    “But this one’s special?”
    “Haven’t you ever met a witch and known she was the one to truly initiate?”
    “Are you saying that’s what this is? I never knew you for so much