I told her. “It was my favorite place in Paradise Falls.” I turned my head and looked at her. “Amend that. Anywhere we could hang out together was my favorite place to be.”
“Same here,” she told me. “What happened to Boyd? The morgue guys rolled out something large and lumpy in a black zipped-up bag. It didn’t look like a person was in there.”
The horrific image of a blob-shaped Boyd waving at me popped into my head. I shuddered. “It didn’t look much like a person out of the bag either.”
“How awful.”
“Did Danny and Boyd hang out?”
“Do you think the two deaths are related?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” It was really a stretch. “I’ll have to wait and see what Boyd’s autopsy shows. The only two thing both deaths have in common is a certain bizarre, unexplained nature. I mean, Boyd looked like something out of a D horror movie. If I hadn’t witnessed his condition, only saw a picture, my first thought would have been that somebody got creative with a graphics program.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know, Lils. It’s kind of terrible.”
“I’m not a delicate flower, Haze. No matter what my parents named me.”
“Have you ever heard of those weird twin tumors, where they find big lumps of flesh with teeth and hair and other gross stuff inside someone?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s called a teratoma.”
Her knowledge of the term reminded me she’d wanted to go to medical school. Her parent’s death had sure sent her down a different path.
“So you know what I’m talking about.”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s what Boyd looked like, only person sized and with skin.” I didn’t mention the arm hanging out of his ass. “It was as if someone made him a pretzel inside his own skin.”
“You’re right,” Lily said. “It’s terrible. That sounds as bizarre as what happened to Danny.” She tapped me on the shoulder with the back of her hand. “What can do that, Haze? Is it witch magic? I mean, Shifters are strong, but I don’t know if they have the finesse to do all this.”
“I don’t want to speculate, Lily. Not yet. But I do believe magic is involved, but honestly, this kind of crap would have a karmic kickback like nothing I’ve ever heard of. It’s evil, Lils. And real evil has a steep price tag.”
“If it is witches, what can you do?”
“I have Baba Yaga’s blessing to investigate, but I’m not sure I’m equipped to deal with a powerful witch. My own magic is pretty crappy if you recall.”
“You mean like when you accidentally knocked yourself out when you sent a current of electricity into your locker, and it backfired on you.”
I gave her a sour look. “Yes. Like that.”
She giggled. My cell phone rang, saving me from the conversation. The number was “Unknown.” I answered, “Special Agent Kinsey,” out of habit.
“This is Officer Baylor,” the deep, sexy voice said on the other end. My stomach dropped, and my palms began to sweat. “Can we meet for coffee?”
“Uhm…”
Lily’s eyes widened as she mouthed the word “yes.”
“Yes,” I said. “Sure.”
“Lolo’s Diner on Elysium Street in an hour?”
Lily nodded at me emphatically. I glared at her. “I’ll be there,” I told Ford. “With bells on.” I disconnected the call, kicking myself for the last part. I looked at Lily. “With bells on? Seriously? Why the hell did I say that for?”
“Because you looo-ooove him,” she crooned. “Love makes you stupid.”
“You’re stupid,” I told her as I devolved into my fifteen-year-old self again. “I don’t love him.”
“Of course not, Mrs. Haze Baylor.” Lily leaped from the bed and grabbed my suitcase. “Now let’s find you something to wear.”
“This isn’t a date.”
“You don’t know what it is.” She threw a black dress at me. “Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.”
“I hate it when you throw my words back in my face.”
Her mouth quirked up at the corner. “I