Their lives were a little chaotic.
Before she followed her partner into the house, she gave it five minutes and then called in the body and asked for the coroner.
It looked like Bodhi’s backup was coming to a scene. Someone was NOT having a quiet Saturday. While they’d prefer Bodhi…the crazy you knew, getting him to show up there wasn’t happening.
The dude needed to sleep, too.
After hanging up, the two of them headed into the dead woman’s home, and once inside, they found the two people looking around.
“That house is clear,” Bishop said. “We found her name,” she said, holding a wallet in her hand. “We have Destiny Darthmouth,” she said, showing them the driver’s license belonging to the dead woman in the tree.
While her face was swollen from the broken neck and hanging herself, they were pretty sure it would be her.
Why?
There was witch shit all over the place, and this nut had a boner for killing some witches.
What a trait to pass down generation to generation. Someone needed a freaking new hobby.
Or jail.
“She was a practicing witch,” she stated. “And look what the cat is wearing,” Tori said.
Honor checked it out.
The second she did, she gasped.
“Oh, shit. Is that a pentacle? Like the others had? I thought there were only eight. Wynter would have been the eighth victim! Where the hell did that one come from?”
Shit.
That was when the two Littlemoons looked at each other. Both Julian and Tori remembered what Amethyst said at the shop. Honestly, it slipped both their minds with all the information regarding Wynter and the affair.
“Oops…”
Honor looked over suspiciously.
“What was that for?” she asked. “And why do I feel like I’m about to regret marrying into this family, Jules?”
He smiled.
“We didn’t get to update you with all the information we found out at the shop.”
Both cops stared at them.
Oh, if there was a way to make a cop twitchy, it was to leave them out of the loop.
“It wasn’t intentional,” Tori stated.
Bishop sighed.
“Guys, just tell us. Honor is about to go nuclear. That’s her ‘I’m going to arrest my own brother and sister-in-law’ look,” she admitted.
To prove she was right, Honor took her cuffs off the back of her pants and held them up.
Yeah, it was time to spill it.
“We all got distracted, but we found out that yesterday, when Wynter left the shop, an order was put in for more pentacles.”