"What kind of writing is this?" Angelina studied the photos with a furrowed brow. The computer in the images was Caleb's usual writing device, but evidence suggested he'd typed something peculiar before the attack—glyphs that matched no known language on Earth.
"I’ve scoured every database. No nation’s script comes close," Alexei chimed in from beside her.
"Wait... I’ve seen symbols like these before..." She pressed her fingers to her temples, racking her brain. Then it clicked. "That cruise ship explosion three months ago—the debris was scrawled with similar symbols. And last month’s Valedorn dismemberment case... the victim’s remains were arranged to match one of these patterns!"
Alexei’s breath hitched. "Holy—you’re right! Those were both supernatural-linked crimes!"
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