“I found him drinking this.” Luca pulls a vial from his pocket. Inside, a few droplets of silver, shimmering liquid remain. As I reach for it, he pulls back, nodding toward my bedroom door. “Inside. I don’t want curious ears catching our conversation.”
“Right.” I stick the key into the lock, turning it. A heavy feeling settles over me, and I swallow hard. “I don’t know. Are we even allowed to go in here?”
“Yeah. We’re good.”
“But isn’t it supposed to be off-limits or something? You know, for evidence gathering?”
Luca leans closer, giving me a mock smile. “Hailstorm, you’re not in the human world anymore. With magic, it takes about ten seconds to gather evidence.”
“If that’s the case, why is it so hard for everyone to catch the killer?”
“You ask a lot of questions.” He stands back, sh
