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“Since it is basically a type of crucifix, the Celtic cross will work on vampires, too.”
Kris let her head fall between her shoulders. “Go away,” she murmured. “Just … go away.”
When she looked up, the computer screen was blue. Kris glanced at the clock. Nearly noon. Though it had felt like a few minutes, over an hour had passed while she talked to him. Not that she had anywhere to go, but she hadn’t done much work since she’d arrived and she really needed to.
While earlier she had decided to stay out of the forest and hills surrounding the loch while the constables searched for Carrie, maybe now would be the perfect time to go into them. At least she wouldn’t be alone.
Kris retrieved her video camera, but as she headed for the door she glanced at the coffee table. Should she really go anywhere without the gun? Although taking a gun around a lot of cops … probably a bad idea.
“Ya think?” she muttered. “The knife isn’t the best choice, either.”
However, she might be able to talk her way out of jail if she was found in the woods with a knife. She could be using it to take samples of …
“Trees. Leaves. Branches.” Wow. She was lying like a pro these days.
Kris crossed the short distance and opened the drawer. Then she just stared at the items that slid into view.
A gun. A knife.
And a silver Celtic cross on a chain.
*
Liam watched Kris leave the cottage and head down the road at a brisk pace. She carried a small backpack and appeared like a woman on a mission.
He slid out of sight and made his way to where Alan Mac awaited.
The eastern shore saw far fewer people than the western. The terrain was rougher, the trees thicker, and therefore the loch not as easily seen or reached. It discouraged all but the most competent outdoorsmen.
“We’ve got trouble, ye ken?”
Liam didn’t answer what hadn’t really been a question. He knew they had trouble. What he didn’t know was what they were going to do about it.
“There are women disappearing all over the damn loch,” Alan Mac muttered. “We might have been able to keep this quiet a bit longer. But then that writer woman found a body.”
Liam thought that if it hadn’t been her, it would only have been someone else.
“Ye should stay away from her.”
Alan Mac was beginning to repeat himself.
“She might be a Jäger-Sucher.” Liam snorted, and the constable’s gaze flicked to his. “She’s up to something. And she’s too nosy by half.”
Liam lifted his hea
d; Alan Mac lifted his palm as if to halt any comment. “I know. She was attacked, has a big knot on the head, nearly wound up in the loch with—” Alan Mac’s gaze flicked to Liam’s, and he sighed. “If she were one of Mandenauer’s people, she’d be fine and whoever is doing this would be in pieces.”
Liam nodded thoughtfully. Alan Mac was right.
The man scrubbed at his fiery hair in frustration. “There’s just … something about her.”
Liam had to agree. He wished he knew what it was.
Suddenly Alan Mac cursed. Liam followed his gaze to where Kris Daniels had appeared, video camera in hand and trained on the water.
Both Alan and Liam slipped out of sight.
*
