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anyone was staying here. We moved back into the living room and made our way through it to the second bedroom, which was also empty.
    I pushed opened the frosted glass door to the second bathroom and paused to take in the scene before me. A man was lying in the bathtub; he was completely naked and covered, almost head to toe, in blood. The deep gouge across his throat, along with the huge number of cuts and gashes on his body, told me that it was his own. The back of his head rested on the rear of the bathtub, his eyes open, staring at the wall behind him. His body had clearly been staged.
    “Holy shit,” Sky said as she stood beside me. “I know t his guy.”
    That was a bit of a surprise. “Who is he?”
    “His name is—sorry was —Jerry Brown. He was a cop in Toronto. He also worked for my father.”
    It was a regular thing that people in positions of power within a community also worked for the more powerful members of the nonhuman world. Mostly they just fed back relevant information , but on occasion they would be required to spy on someone, or push forward legislation that would benefit their employer.
    “Any ideas why he was here?”
    She shook his head. “Dad didn’t mention anything about any of his people vanishing in the last few days.”
    I glanced up at the wall, which contained another message. Like before, it was written in blood. House of Silent Screams.
    I immediately knew who had written the message and why I was involved. And a shiver went down my spine.

CHAPTER 3
    Portland, Maine. 1977.
    “I f you’re not going to be honest with me, then you can take your offer and shove it up your ass,” I said as we both stood on the roof of the Mill. The bar had seen a pretty heated discussion between Galahad and myself when he’d told me what he wanted, and I’d needed some air before I did or said something stupid.
    Galahad sighed.
    “Don’t fucking sigh,” I snapped. “You tell me you need me to find someone. You won’t tell me why or what’s going on. So my answer is no.” I turned to look at my friend. I wasn’t used to him being less than completely open. Maybe being king had changed him in more ways than I cared to think.
    “How many times have you kept things from me?” Galahad asked, his voice containing more than a little anger. My secretive activities for Merlin had long been a thorn in the side of our friendship.
    “This is different, and you know it. You want me to search the state for one guy who has wronged you. I get that he killed the daughter of Roberto’s friend, but I don’t get what you want out of it.”
    “Is it not enough that you’ll be stopping a killer?”
    “Don’t do that. Don’t you dare use someone’s murder to get me interested. Merlin did that, and you left Avalon to get away from him, not become him.” I hadn’t really meant what I said. I doubted that Galahad would ever cross the lines that Merlin was willing to cross. But I was angry, and I knew how much Merlin boiled Galahad’s blood, so I lashed out.
    Galahad punched me in the mouth.
    I fell to the ground and touched my blooded lip, but before I could get back to my feet, the bar’s manager, Rebecca, was standing in a defensive position between Galahad and me, a dagger in one hand.
    “You will not harm my king,” she said.
    I spat blood onto the floor and stared at the woman. “In case you didn’t notice, he punched me first.”
    “You will not—”
    “Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time.” I got to my feet and rubbed my mouth again. “You feel better?”
    Galahad had turned away and was staring out across the streets below us. “Rebecca, leave us for a moment.”
    “But—”
    “I will be fine.”
    Rebecca gave me one last glare, but did as she was asked and left the roof via the stairwell door.
    “I’m sorry,” Galahad said. “I should not have struck you.”
    “I pissed you off, you hit me, let’s call it even,” I told him. “You feel like telling me what’s going