“Yeah, in pretty boxes, but this…” It was a ratty brown box that looked like…I turned it over to find the logo for succulent delights. An ice block formed in my belly, and I tore off the tape and pulled it open. Something nestled inside, wrapped in tissue paper.
A note sat on top. I plucked it out and opened it.
I take no pleasure in this but you’re a difficult woman to get ahold of and I’m running out of time. Meet me at the warehouse on Slimstreet tonight at 8:00 p.m.
Come alone or they die.
Shay
“I smell blood,” Merry said, her voice quivering.
I unwrapped the package and stared at the contents. A square of paper with a pattern on it…no. Not paper…skin. Two squares. One dark brown the other lighter…Oh…Oh God…
Merry let out a cry and covered her mouth.
“Are those…blessing marks?” Holly asked.
Yes, yes, they were.
Shay had Edwin and Padma.
Shay was a fucking bounty hunter.
