Chapter 8
Was this really happening? The world seemed to spin around her, but she made herself gulp in a deep breath of cool, damp air and focus on the horrible sight of Caleb Dixon — no, Lockwood, she reminded herself, a little proud that at least she’d had enough of a grip on herself to give Detective Phillips the fake name Caleb had been using — lying on that gurney, obviously dead.
No, it couldn’t be possible, though. She’d seen him disappear right before her eyes, mocking her as he vanished with Colin’s hard drive in his hand. How on earth could he have ended up dead in a swimming pool?
Besides, could quarter-demons even drown? She had absolutely no idea how strong Caleb had been, so she didn’t know whether he had his own particular set of vulnerabilities like any other mortal, or
