Page 78 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

Once we’re all back in the car I say, “I didn’t sense much magic off of Libby, so there’s a chance that she may not have been able to pick up on it if something was there.”

“Hopefully that’s the case. We need something more than just dead ends and dead bodies,” Doc agrees.

“We’re nearly there,” I say as we pull down a small lane.

“What was she doing out here?” River suddenly asks. “There doesn’t seem to be much down here.

“If I remember correctly, the fae have a meet in the woods here once a month. I would imagine that was what she was attending but we can check,” I say, and nod to my phone, “Can you call Niamh for me?”

“Sure,” Reed replies, and soon the sound of ringing fills the van.

“Hello?” Niamh answers almost immediately, “Is Libby okay?”

“Yeah,” I reply and then correct myself as we pull into the parking lot, “well, she’s as good as can be expected. We’ve just arrived at the location where the man was killed. We were just wondering if you knew what Libby was doing here?”

“The fae gathering was last night,” she replies. “I asked her the same thing. She said that the weather got really bad, so everyone went home, but her car wouldn’t start. She heard a noise and then some disturbing sounds, and she checked it out.”

“Sounds like me, running toward the danger instead of away from it,” I mutter.

Niamh laughs, “Yeah, she’s the first one to jump into a bar fight when they kick off.”

“Thanks for clearing that up for us,” I reply.

“No problem, let me know if you find anything,” she replies and then promptly hangs up.

“Well, at least that was easy to clear up,” Griff says as we climb out of the van and pull our jackets tight around us.

“Does anyone have an idea of where it happened?” Ransom asks.

Raiden scans the treeline at the edge of the lot, “I think it’s over there.”

Doc nods, “Yeah, that matches. Let’s go and have a look.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Neith

“There’s nothing here,” I say.

It only takes me a few moments to realize that we’re just looking at a blank parking lot, there’s absolutely no sign of what happened here.

“You may not be able to see anything, but I can smell it,” River says with a frown as he inhales deeply.

“Is it the same smell as the other hybrids had?” Raiden asks.

River nods, “Yeah, it’s definitely the same. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that this hybrid was created by the same person as the others.”

“I guess that’s good news,” Griff says. “At least we don’t have to worry about two psychopaths out there trying to create hybrids.”

“Good point,” Evander replies. “Alright, let’s spread out and see what we can find. If you go into the surrounding woodland, don’t go too far, and don’t go by yourself. I’m not taking the risk.”

“Got it,” Reed replies.

We all spread out, looking around the whole of the parking lot and not just the area where the hybrid was. Just because there isn’t any physical evidence right here doesn’t mean that there isn’t elsewhere. We are dealing with someone who is so meticulous in what they are doing that he leaves absolutely no trace of his presence behind, and it means that we need to be just as meticulous when we look for evidence.

As I step closer to the treeline to see if there is anything in there that can help us, that same feeling that I got when I walked that lonely stretch of road near my little house flares to life, and I have to fight the urge to turn and run.

“Do you feel that?” I ask Ransom, who is walking beside me.

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