Blue and red lights smeared across the trees of the city park. Everything felt fractured, like the world had cracked open and I was only seeing pieces of it.
A black bag zipped shut. The sound cut through the air like a blade. My chest tightened.
Sage’s truck roared up beside us, brakes squealing. Doors slammed. Boots scuffed.
A deputy spotted us, his gaze snagging on Quinley. “What are the four of you doing here?”
Quinley looks at him like she is offended he said four and not five.
Alaric raised his hands lazily. “Relax, Marshal. We had nothing to do with this.”
“That’s Officer Cooper to you,” the deputy snapped.
Alaric rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no. You’re only, what—two years older than us?”
The deputy squared his shoulders. “What do you want? This is a crime scene.”
“We heard s
