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Lately, I’d been watching Wynonna Earp, a show Mika had turned me onto because she knew I’d love the tough women and the monster hunting. She was right . . . but it was kind of playing with my brain about what might have been the reason that poor woman was left so intentionally in that warehouse. I was imagining rituals and portals that needed to stay closed and demons that rose again and again from the dead. The ride back into town to meet Sawyer, Lucille, and Dad was kind of freaky with all that supernatural speculation.
Fortunately, my call to Mika, who adored a good demon-chase on TV as much as I did, dispelled all that nonsense quickly. When I told her that we’d found a body and where it was located, she whispered, “Sounds like a lost love or something.”
I paused and then said, “
