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That stung.
But it was the truth.
“Have a seat. I hope you don’t have to take a leak. If you do, you’ll have to avoid pissing on Demeter. We’ve been told to sit on you and then tie you to a chair. Had he caught you, he’s very literal.”
Wyler gasped.
“He’s crazy like that,” Michael said, touching his com. “Ivan, the bird is in the cage. Notify the Raven that he’s back, and contained in the treehouse. There’s two of us on him. He’s not goingANYWHERE.”
He turned his com up so Wyler could hear it through the speaker on his vest.
“Thank God. Elizabeth is a mess, and she’s not focused. She’s going out to start working on a case. The Chief of Police showed up with a missing person, a pit of bones, and neatly folded clothes on a rock. It’s like a horror film.”
As soon as he heard that, Wyler gasped.
“Oh, no.”
Michael lifted a brow.
“Oh, no, what?” he asked.
Wyler remembered the things he’d heard his whole life. In his head, he did the math, and yesterday was the Solstice.
“You have to warn her. Don’t dig into this! It’s bad! Tell her to let it be. If she digs into it, the monster that’s doing this will come for her.”
Well, shit.
It was a little too late.
Elizabeth was already digging.
And Wyler was trapped and unable to warn her.
You didn’t mess with the Wendigo, or the people who fed it.
Ever.
It was immediate death.
Chapter Seven
The Parking Garage
Time To Roll Out
Wednesday
One P.M.
Ahhh, all the old memories were back, as she recalled rendezvousing with her people in the parking garage before heading out to take care of business with a case so many times before.
It was just like yesterday that she was doing this here inDamascus.
Only, it had been a damn long time.
How did she know?
The faces around her.
