Chapter Thirty-EightVincent waited until we were back in the car before asking, “Impressions, thoughts?”
I belted myself in and frowned. “She wasn't expecting to hear Remo's name.”
“And?” he prompted, easing into traffic.
“No black ring, no disguises that I could tell. Her aura looks clean, but, as I said before, settled spheres from before my time aren't easy to recognize.”
Vincent grunted. “As for the beheading. What's your impression?”
“I'm not sure. She sounded sincere, but she admitted to having a grudge and a sword.”
“She's also a pyro,” he reminded me. “That means she could heat the blade and cauterize the wound.”
“You think she's behind it?” I asked, turning on my seat to face him.
“No.”
“But,” I frowned at him. “You sound awfully sure.”
“I'm almost sure it wasn't her, de
