"Goodness, God, is that blood?" she cries.
"It's too light to even think about being blood," Leo says, taking a gander at the investigator for affirmation.
Williams’s gestures. "We don't know precisely what it is yet, yet it isn't blood. Do you saw these markings previously?"
"By no means," Camelia says. "I would have seen without a doubt against the yellow paint." She returns a stage to inspect the remainder of the house and divider, yet Leo snatches her arm.
"Wait, be cautious where you step," Leo says, his voice thick. "I don't recall seeing them, all things considered. James?"
James shakes his head. "What right? Some kind of code?"
"Obeah," Camelia stifles out. "I read about that before we came. Like Voodoo."
Leo's brow wrinkled, and he looks to the criminal investigator.
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