Moon Sworn (Riley Jenson Guardian 9)

"I bet." He took a drink of his coffee, then said, "So this soul talked to you?"

"It did. You were there early enough to hear my end of the conversation, though."

He nodded. "How did you know his name was Marcus?"

"He told me. Marcus Landsbury. He was apparently jailed for a long period for the rape and torture of a couple of teenage girls." I paused. "But I guess you know all that."

"I do," he said. "And I suspect his crime had a lot to do with the method of his demise."

You didn't have to be a cop to figure that out. "Yeah. Only he said he didn't do the crime alone, and if his partner is also in town, you'd better find him. He's probably next on the list."

"His partner hasn't been sighted in town, nor have we had any notification that he's coming." Harris studied me for a moment. "What makes you think his partner is next? This might just be a random murder."

He didn't believe that any more than I did. I shrugged and said, "I have a feeling I've seen something like this before."

"Back in the past you can't remember?"

Again the suggestion that it was a little too convenient - not that I could really blame him for thinking that. I took another sip of coffee and didn't bother answering.

He smiled, but it didn't reach the blue of his eyes. "What else did he say?"

"That the man who attacked him used some form of immobilizing spray that made it impossible to scream, and that he was wearing a costume. A red devil costume complete with cloven hooves."

"So you saw the tracks?"

"Yes. And I've seen them before."

"Where? Wait, you can't remember, right?"

I lowered my cup and stared him straight in the eye. "Either boot me out or arrest me if you don't believe me, but don't sit there making snide remarks. I'm trying to be helpful."

"I'll reserve judgment on that." He reached forward and snagged a slice of beef, munching on it as he studied me. "Tranquilizers can act that quickly, but I've never heard of a spray capable of the same thing."

"Well, they're out there." I grabbed another piece of bread and rolled it around a bit of cheese. "What's happening with the autopsy?"

"It'll get done," he said mildly. "I'm more interested in you and your brother."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because there are several strange things about the pair of you."

A smile teased my lips. "You're not the first person to say that."

He didn't look amused and I resisted the urge to sigh.

"I did some investigating when you were reported missing," he said. "The owners of the Bayview can't remember seeing you when your brother registered, and no one in town saw you wandering about before you went missing - although they can remember Evin coming in to buy groceries or to use the phone in the pub."

I shrugged. "Evin said I'd been depressed. Maybe I was just keeping to myself."

"Maybe," he agreed. "But it's quite a coincidence, don't you think, that not even an hour after you've been found, a mutilated body turns up? A body that you and your brother just happen to come across?"

I leaned back in my chair and stared at him. "Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to murder someone like that, then hang around not only to report it, but hand you a whole series of clues?"

He raised his eyebrows, his gaze assessing. "Why not? There's plenty of documented evidence about murderers getting their jollies by pretending to be witnesses."

I slammed my hands down the table and tried to control the anger that whipped through me. He was only doing his job, I knew that, but damn it, I was trying to help. "That man was attacked while I was out in the desert. Check with Frank as to where and when I was found if you don't believe me or Evin. In the meantime, why don't you run a check for similar crimes? Because this has happened somewhere before, I'm sure of it. And while you're there, run a check on me. That way you'll know whether I'm dangerous or not."

"Oh, I have no doubt you're dangerous, lady," he said softly, his blue eyes glinting. "The question is, are you a murderer or merely a fruitcake?"