No, but I thought of Thornston and wondered just how many times one had to deal with psycho men before they started to think that maybe they were the problem.
“Stop it,” Saul growled again. “Whatever you are thinking of, just stop it.”
“Sorry,” I muttered and focused on the spell instead. The tendrils of colors were tightly woven around the body, but as soon as I focused on them, they immediately loosened and started to dissipate.
“Huh,” Willa said over my shoulder. “Well it still kind of looks like you.”
When I opened my eyes, I saw that she was right. The woman was about my age with similar coloring, but it was clearly not me.
“No autopsies, but a ton of screening was done. Let me see if I can pull up the doctor’s notes.” Saul sat at the computer.
I focused on the second body and w
