“A witch Monday,” I said. “And a human last night. Pretty quick.”
“What else do you know?” asked Adam. “Is the victim connected to Monday’s witch?” He rubbed his face. “And are they connected to the missing witches?”
“I don’t know. I gave Tony a heads-up about our Pasco murder when I told him about the dead witch.” Tony Montenegro was with the Kennewick PD and liaised with various supernatural groups—mostly because he was a friend of mine.
“This,” George said, “is going to be a political nightmare for the pack. Especially if someone tells the police about the missing witches.”
Adam nodded. “That’s for sure. What can you tell us about last night’s murder?”
“Not as much as I’d have thought in a place as public as a grocery store. We spent half the night out questioning anyone we could track down who had been at the store. We have some video of the victim, but nothing that shows the killer. The cameras that covered the area the body was found in were off.”
“Off?” Adam’s business was security. “As in someone switched them off? Who has access to do that?”
“It’s a closed system, runs only out of the security office. That office was locked up before the cameras cut out and during the murder. The cameras turned back on while the office was still locked, just before the clerk found the body. It was off for about ten minutes.”
“Any suspects?” I asked. “No one saw anything?”
“Sort of.” George had a funny look on his face.
“What?” asked Adam.
“Thing is, it is probably a red herring,” George said. “But one of the assistant managers went off shift about the same time our victim disappeared. He swears he saw the Harvester walking behind his car as he backed out of his parking place—which was not too far from where the body was found.”
“The who?” asked Adam.
“The Harvester?” I asked. “You mean like in that movie? Dressed up like a scarecrow wearing a cloak and carrying a sickle?”
“The assistant manager said it was a scythe. Said he was watching his backup camera when somebody dressed like the Harvester walked behind his car. But when he turned to look himself, there was no one there.”
“You believe him?” asked Adam.
George made a thoughtful humming sound. “The employee parking lot is big, well lit, and, at that time of night, mostly empty. We have the incident partially on camera. He definitely hits the brakes hard and stops for a bit before backing out. The security camera doesn’t have a good view of the area behind his car, though—it’s black-and-white and a bit grainy. The shadows around the back of the car were too dark. There might have been movement or maybe not.”
“The grocery store on Road Sixty-Eight,” I said. “Isn’t there a movie theater right around there?”
George nodded. “And they were having a special showing of The Harvester. It had just let out. Theater manager said a number of people came dressed as the Harvester.”
Adam exchanged a grim look with me. Jesse, Izzy, and Tad had gone to The Harvester last night. There were other theaters in town, but that one was their usual choice.
George said, “I have permission to take the two of you to the murder site and to the coroner’s office to get a look at the body. Thing is, your nose is better than mine, Mercy. You might pick up something.”
Magic, he meant.
We’d been getting ready to head to the seethe. I looked at Adam. “We should hit this before we go visiting the seethe,” I said.
“After we stop by your shop,” Adam said.
I frowned at him. “To do what?”
“You need Zee to look at your feet,” he said.
I frowned at him. “There’s nothing wrong with my feet.”
“Spider?” he asked.
For a minute I couldn’t think what he meant. Then a cold chill slid over my skin.
“Yes,” I said. “I think we’d better.”