13
Backstabbers
Right. Calvin and I had both come to the clearing with the same purpose in mind — to discover Lilith Black’s killer.
“I didn’t sense a darn thing,” I said, my tone now plaintive, and he smiled and shook his head.
“I couldn’t pick up anything, either,” he replied. “Or at least, nothing specific. There’s the scent of lots of different people here, but trying to tease out any one individual feels almost impossible.”
Frowning a little, I stepped away from him and walked clockwise around the remains of the bonfire, hoping that maybe if I trod the same path as those who’d been here the night before, I might be able to pick up something of their energy. After I’d made my circuit, I paused and glanced over at Calvin.
“Still nothing,” I said. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,
