Chapter Four
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t concentrate at work the next morning. Though I was supposed to be writing a quick and easy story for the Moon Grove Messenger about the opening of a new restaurant, instead I kept refreshing the news wire to see if anything had come through about the incident at Veilside.
So far, radio silence. Given that a respected teacher had been killed and her assistant had been cursed, I found it hard to believe there wasn’t any interest at all in the story. Not even Channel 666, the local Paravision news network, had picked it up yet.
The police must’ve been keeping their lips sealed — or maybe they didn’t have anything to report. Either way, it was weird.
“Hey Zoe,” a gruff voice called, pulling me out of my computer screen. I looked over my s
