Page 75 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“I wonder if they fought or something?” I ask.

“I have no idea,” she replies.

“That shift looked a hell of a lot more painful than it should have been, or rather than it is for a typical shifter,” Doc says thoughtfully.

“It didn’t look voluntary either,” River adds.

“I think it’s safe to assume that very little of what they do once they have become hybrids is voluntary. They seem to be running on pure instinct,” Raiden replies.

“Agreed,” Griff says with a heavy frown.

“Where’s the body?” Griff asks.

Niamh frowns, “Well, that’s where it gets even weirder. Libby, the barmaid that filmed it, stuck around because she was in shock. She said that the body just vanished. She didn’t see anyone and there was nothing left, it just disappeared.”

My eyebrows rise, “We need to talk to Libby.”

“Is that possible?” Raiden asks.

Niamh nods, “Yeah. I’ll give her a call now. She’s really shaken up.”

“That’s understandable,” Evander replies. “Don’t worry though, we’re trained to handle this sort of thing.”

Niamh nods and then walks off to make a call.

As soon as she is out of the room, Griff pulls out his phone, “I need to call this in to Ty, and put him on standby just in case we need some back up out here.”

“Good idea,” Doc replies. He frowns as Griff moves off to the side to talk to Ty, “I wish we had that body so that I could get some more information. It’s behaving primitively. Neither vampires nor shifters feed like that, and they never have. It’s like they are reduced to their baser instincts.”

“Play it again,” Ransom suggests. “We need to see if we can pick up anything else from the video.”

I nod and lean over the laptop so I can press the play button.

This time, when I watch the video, I focus on everything around the hybrid and not the hybrid itself. Just to see if there’s something in the background that could give us more of a clue about how this sick fuck works and also how he disappeared the body afterward.

“Nothing,” Van says, sounding as frustrated as I feel. “This is just useless. Whenever we get a lead, it always turns out to be nothing.”

“We’re going to get him,” Reed says.

Niamh walking back in interrupts the conversation, “She said that it was fine and that you can go over now.”

“Great,” River replies. He frowns and looks at me, “Where are we staying? We can’t exactly take all of our bags with us.”

“We’ll leave the bags here,” I reply. “We can pick them up before we go to the house later.”

“The house?” Griff asks.

“Neith’s house,” Niamh says with a smirk.

I shake my head, “It’s not my house. I don’t own it. It’s just somewhere that I stay when I’m here.”

“And that no one else can stay in or even wants to stay in,” she retorts.

“What?” Doc asks.

I shake my head, “You’ll see soon enough. It’s kind of difficult to explain. Right now, we need to go and talk to a witness.”

“You can leave your stuff here and pick it up later,” Niamh says. “You need to get to Libby’s place, and if you go to the house, you’re probably going to end up stuck there for a bit. It’s been a while since you visited.”

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