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He nodded. "She was tall and willowy, with large breasts and a lush mouth. Blondish hair, long fingers."
I raised my eyebrows again. "Long fingers?"
"I'm a pianist. I notice hands." He hesitated. "I'm sure she lives around here somewhere. I've seen her on the street a few times."
"But you don't know her name?"
"No. Sorry."
I squeezed his hand then rose. "There'll be another Directorate officer in here in a moment or so to take a full statement and work up an image ID, then we'll send you home."
He nodded. "Thanks."
I left him to his coffee and walked back into the main shop area. Cole looked up as I entered. "Anything useful?"
"He saw the killer, so we'll need a full statement."
"Does his description match that of the woman James was last seen with?"
"Only in that they both had blond hair."
He quirked an eyebrow. "It'll be interesting to see what the DNA comes up with then, because the MO is the same for both murders."
"Except for the amount of bloodshed and the size of the scratches." I walked over to the victim and squatted down, studying his neck. Like Gerard James, this man had three small scratches near the pulse point of his neck. But why - especially given that larger claws had been used on the rest of his body? I shifted a little, and saw the lipstick smear across his lips. It was the color of dried blood - not a very nice shade. "If it is the same woman, do you think we're dealing with someone who can change the size of her animal?"
Cole raised his eyebrows. "It'd be rare."
"But there are wolves who can alter their human forms, so why couldn't there be shifters who can alter their animal one?"
"I don't know. I'll do a search and see if I can come up with anything."
"Good." I rose. "I think she escaped through a back window. I'm going to go around the back and see if I can catch a scent to track."
Cole nodded, obviously not paying a whole lot of attention as he picked up a hair and carefully placed it in a bag.
I walked out the front and looked around until I found Kade, then walked over. I could smell the drunk before I got anywhere near them, and his unwashed, sour puke aroma had me stopping several yards away. Kade glanced over his shoulder, wrinkled his nose and made a face, then continued his interview for another few minutes.
"Well," he said, when he finally joined me. "That was interesting."
"Interesting because he had lots of information, or because he smelled like something the cat chucked up?"
He smiled. "Both, actually. Our killer is apparently into spanking - and he swears that while she was human, one of her hands was that of a large cat."
"Which would at least explain all the blood and claw marks." I touched his arm, tried to ignore the urge to caress his warm, bay skin, and added, "She apparently escaped through the back window. I'm going to try and track the scent."
His steps matched mine as we headed for the small lane at the end of the group of shops. "He also said that near the end of the session, she seemed to be doing this weird sucking thing to his mouth, and that he suddenly seemed in great pain."
I raised an eyebrow, amusement twitching my mouth as I glanced up at him. "Maybe she bit his tongue."
"He seemed to imply it was more 'oh my God I'm going to die' - type pain, but then, he's as drunk as a skunk, so who knows what he was really seeing." He took a mouthful of coffee, then tossed the container into the trash. "There are Japanese legends about soul-stealers - you think we could be dealing with something like that?"
"It would certainly explain why there's no souls hanging about afterward." Shadows closed in around us as we moved into the laneway. "But in the Japanese legends, the soul-stealers are foxes, aren't they?"
He shrugged. "There's no reason why there can't be soul-stealing cats, as well."
"True." It was certainly an idea worth chasing.
The ripe scent of rubbish left a little too long in the sun began to flavor the air, jostling for prominence with the sweet scent of the yellow roses climbing the fence that divided the lane from the house next door.
