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“Give it a moment,” says Remi in a no nonsense voice, but she is looking at me questioningly.
When everyone has finished telling me what animal they thought of, I go back to the guy who said fox.
He is a fit and handsome young man in his mid-twenties. With his broad shoulders, confident smile, and easy body language, he is charming in his every word and movement. His clothes are expensive and stylish. If he was a werewolf, he’d probably be in the fight for alpha.
He is standing with two of his friends, a guy and girl who are clearly a couple. I had noticed that they had grinned briefly when he’d said fox, as if he had said something witty and insightful.
“Why did you say fox?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “Because she was foxy.” He says it with a slightly apologetic look at the crowd, as if he doesn’t want to be seen to be speaking ill of the dead.
“What’s your name?” I ask him.
“Jacob Jabari.”
“You knew Rachel Garrett, didn’t you? And India Lawrenson?”
“Yes,” he says looking a little defensive now. He looks at his two friends. “We all did. We wanted to help look for her.”
I nod. “You three were all with her the evening that she died.” It’s a question, but I say it like a statement of fact, as if I already know.
“Sure. Is there a problem?”
My heartbeat quickens as I look at him, but I know better than to put him on the defensive by asking for his alibi. We don’t have any proof with which to force him to speak to us. We need him to volunteer to do so of his own volition.
“No problem at all,” I say to him. “It’s just that agent Remi’s team will probably want to speak with you all as witnesses.”
Remi still has a questioning look in her eyes, but she dismisses everyone else and goes over to speak to Jacob and his friends. She fixes a time for them to come in and be interviewed.
After they have left, DI Zael and his sergeant come over to me and Remi. “Fat lot of use that was,” he says. “That lot are probably going to go home and tell people we are all a bunch of fools. Is that what you were after?”
Remi scowls at him and Sergeant Lowry. “Jacob Jabari didn’t tell us he knew the victims when he joined the search. Pretty important piece of information to hold back. You’re not curious why that might be?”
DI Zael shrugs it off. “So your psychic found someone who knew the girl. I’ll believe it’s a result when I see a result.” His tone is grudging, as if it was hard for him to admit this. I feel a tiny mote of victory.
Remi turns to me and says, “Did you get a sense anything was off from Jacob Jabari?”
I tell her the only thing I can tell her. “He said she was a fox, because she was foxy. That’s not what he really meant. Foxes are sly. It’s something people kill. I think you need to interview him. He’s involved or he knows something about Rachel.”
Remi’s phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket, and frowns at the caller ID. She walks away as she answers it. She listens to what the caller says. The call is brief. She hangs up and come back to where I am standing with DI Zael and Sergeant Lowry.
“That
was Agent Storm,” she says. “India Lawrenson has been found.”
Chapter 10
INDIA
India is eating meat and it tastes good. So good. The blood seeps out of the tender juicy flesh and trickles down the sides of her mouth. It gathers under her jaw and dribbles down her chin.
Meat.
For too long she has denied herself meat. Raw and bloody like it is meant to be. Meat that feels so good between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her canines tear it, her molars masticate it, the iron scent of it rises into her nasal cavity and makes her mouth slaver.
A feast. This meat is a feast.
She swallows it down to meet the ravening hunger in the pit of her belly. She rips off another chunk.
