Chapter 24
Dakota
The next morning was filled with rumors and a sizable witch-hunt for the old pervert’s killer. Conspicuously absent in the search were the man’s own family, who seemed almost relieved that the fucker turned up dead. Dakota watched it all unfold from a bench in the main lobby. The guy was a monster. He just happened to bare his fangs to the wrong victim.
Dakota sat with one of Terrell’s notebooks, pretending to study the contents as people rushed by or stood in tight circles whispering about the killing. He would’ve asked Terrell to join him, but he had a prior engagement identifying a new batch of talismans. It was the third day of his work on them, and he still wasn’t halfway through. There could be no telling how long it would actually take, and unfortunately for the
