Oh, they absolutely did.
A huge one.
Her husband’s one gift was gone, and now, he had a whole other one.
Well, shit.
Chapter Fourteen
Salem, MA
Lurking
Another One
For the two Marines, it had been a long night, but then again, Maura and Jagger were accustomed to long nights where they wandered around in the dark to play all kinds of games. This was just one more adventure for them.
With different locations given to them by Oracle, all they had to do was scope them out, see if there was anything wonky, and go from there.
If the psychic was homing in on those places, one would think she had a reason why. Mostly, the static had given her them with good reason.
Only, nothing was panning out.
As of that moment, they were six places down, and there was nothing odd at any of them.
Not.
One.
Thing.
Each place had inhabitants, but the women in the locations were all fine, alive, and doing well.
So far.
Tonight, if she didn’t have more addresses, they’d be revisiting each one of them to see if that had changed.
What they’d hoped was that this would be a ‘caught in the act’ kind of a deal, and they’d put a bullet in this person, but that hadn’t happened.
Unfortunately for Avalon, and the rest of the team, they weren’t going to have any good news for them.
And that sucked.
All night, Salem had been quiet. They’d been the only people creeping.
Now, as for the place in general…
Well, it was a weird-ass place, that was for sure, but there wasn’t a killer on the prowl. They’d seen witches walking around, some guy dressed as Baphomet, and even a Dracula.
For this time of the year, it was bizarre seeing people play dress-up when Halloween was not even close.
Now, with one address left, there was no doubt this was going to be a bust. Maybe Oracle had missed the mark, or the voices were off.
“I kind of like the vibe here,” Maura said, as they sat in one of Lucian’s vehicles. “It’s bizarre, but it looks like fun.”
Jagger actually glanced over at his wife and stared at her like she’d said something so weird that his brain was struggling to process it.
“Pardon?”