Twenty-Six
After downing the glass of water J.T. had thrust into my hands, Molly and I left Desmond at headquarters. I knew I should check in with my cousin and see what was really going on. He’d do the same for me. After this case is solved.
“Is that a normal thing for you?” Molly questioned, breaking the silence in the car.
“Is what normal?” I kept my gaze on the road ahead of me.
“Whatever the hell it was you just did … flip through someone else’s memory like a movie. Fight shapeshifting bad guys.”
“No, it’s not what I’d call normal. Most of the cases Jacquie and I work are mundane, boring crimes. The ones with magic wrapped up in them are rare, but that usually makes them a lot more deadly.”
Molly picked at the hem of her blouse as I rolled to a stop at a red light. I watched her
