"The State of New York v. Edwin Cole, 2005. Later evidence showed the victim's body had somehow been in a chilled state. Because that wasn't immediately detected, the time of death was wrong. As for the 'unidentified chilling,' it was postmortem freezing from a clever Gelo half-demon. I know this is the opposite problem, but in our world, changing body temperature isn't impossible."
"You're right. But we look for that here and there's every indication that this man has been dead at least twenty-four hours. I'd even say it's closer to thirty-six."
Paige thanked her. As we were about to leave, I saw Karl's gaze drifting around the room. Searching for something? Whatever it was, he'd have a better chance of getting it without me around, so I left with Paige.
A few minutes later, Karl emerged, dark blue fabric balled in one fist.
"Guy's shirt?" I said.
"Scent."
He waved for us to follow the officer to the elevator.
On the way upstairs, Karl said only that he wanted to return to the warehouse, presuming, I suppose, that we'd know he wanted to search for Guy's scent.
The officer took advantage of these last few minutes to tell Paige how happy he was that Lucas was investigating. How he'd heard such good things about his work. How he looked forward to working under him.
It could have been a show of support, but as Paige's fingers clenched around her purse strap, I knew she thought otherwise. With two brothers gone and the third accused, that left one Cabal son to inherit it all, and this young man was brown-nosing as fast as he could.
On the elevator, I touched Karl's elbow, hinting for him to work his magic, cut in and smoothly rescue Paige. I was surprised he hadn't already. But Karl just patted my hand, his mind miles away.
AT THE WAREHOUSE, Karl set about searching for Guy's scent. He found only old trails.
"But I know he was here yesterday," I said. "I heard him talking to Max about getting the equipment, and this is where they keep it. I suppose he could have waited in the car..." I glanced around the room where we'd found Max and Tony, now empty except for the table and chairs. "Where's the note and bottle? Taken into evidence I guess, but if you could sniff those, maybe you'd know who brought them."
"My sense of smell isn't that good."
"It looked like Guy's writing, and the wording was his." I knew I was grasping at straws. However impossible it seemed, Karl's findings only confirmed that Guy hadn't been alive six hours ago to kill Max and Tony.
"Dr. Aberquero thinks Guy has been dead since the night before last," Paige said. "But you and Hope both spoke to him past midnight that day, which means Karl was close enough to get a scent, right? Was it Guy?"
Karl lifted the shirt. "Is this the man I smelled the other night? I couldn't tell you. I think I faintly detected this scent, but there were others too, and he was wearing so much cologne, I couldn't be sure."
"Is there cologne on that shirt?" Paige asked.
"No."
I remembered thinking Guy must have been heading out on the town that night, because I'd never known him to wear a scent.
I glanced at Lucas. He was trying to listen, but his ear was attached to his cell phone, as it had been since we'd arrived.
"How could it be done?" I asked Paige. "Fake being someone else? And do it so well that it fooled his entire gang?"
Lucas hung up and pocketed his phone. "The most obvious explanation is the nonsupernatural. Guy has an identical twin."
I pulled out a chair and sat. "So, we have twins, playing the same man, fighting over what action to take with the Cabals. One wants to help Carlos kill his family, the other balks, the first kills the second. Very...Hollywood."
"Agreed," Lucas said.
"I don't think that's the answer," Karl murmured.
I glanced at him, but only got that distant look as his thumb rubbed his jawline.
"On to supernatural means, then," Lucas said. "The most obvious is a glamour spell. Under the circumstances, however, I can't imagine it."
"With a glamour spell, you have to expect to see someone else," Paige explained. "For example, if Lucas and I left and I said I was coming back, then cast a glamour spell to make him look like me, you'd see me walk into the room. But if I didn't say I was coming back, there's only a fifty-fifty chance it would work. And if you expected Lucas, you'd see right through it."
"It's a temporary illusion," Lucas said. "Prolonged use isn't possible."