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friend’s heart, clasping it gently behind her neck.
When she’d finished, she laid a gentle kiss on Meagan’s forehead and left the room.
Outside, in the parking lot of St. Mary’s emergency ward, a young woman with curly blonde hair and two tiny puncture wounds in the side of her neck smiled a slow, wicked smile. Her eyes glittered in the tall parking lot lights.
Just one little thing, she thought to herself. All I have to do is this one thing.
Get the weird Celtic medallion and give it to Sam.
And then Sam will make me beautiful. She laughed then, and if anyone had been around to hear her, they’d have thought she was drunk or insane. Or both. And no man in the world will be able to resist me.
Chapter Five
Logan met Meagan’s parents down the hall from their daughter’s hospital room. Mrs. Stone was standing at a set of windows, gazing out into the darkness, her arms wrapped around her torso as if she were trying to bring herself warmth. Mr. Stone was staring at the inner contents of a vending machine. Both were distracted; neither was moving.
When they heard Logan approach, they turned to face her, nearly as one.
“Thank you for letting me see her,” Logan said, hoping to pre-empt any awkwardness. She couldn’t imagine what must be going through their minds and she didn’t want them to feel as if they had to play nice at the moment. Their eyes were blood-shot and rimmed with hollow circles. It was obvious that they’d been crying. “Have the police found anything?” she asked.
Deirdre Stone shook her head and her husband, Robert, sighed. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, his purple eyes finally focusing on Logan. She realized, then, that Robert Stone was a fairly attractive man and had given his daughter his strange violet gaze and blue-black hair.
“We’ve got nothing,” he said, with a helpless shrug and a frustrated expression. “She came in clean – no signs of violation or struggle whatsoever.” His eyes widened a little as he added, “she was barely even dirty, except that there were tiny shards of what they said was malachite all over her.”
“Malachite? The pretty green mineral?”
Robert nodded. “The cops said it looked like it was maybe part of a polished bracelet and was shattered somehow.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t know.”
“What was she doing in the cemetery?” Logan asked.
“We have no idea,” Deirdre answered. “But she was wearing a cloak and had a leather pouch on her.” She pinched the bridge of her nose as if stemming off an oncoming headache. “It had a lot of weird stuff in it,” she sighed. “But no drugs. Nothing to explain what happened.”
Logan thought for a moment. A cloak. A cemetery on an October night. Meagan and her love of all things gothic or unexplained…. “What did the pouch have in it?”
Deirdre stared at her for a second, then blinked and made her way to her purse, which was resting on a chair against the hallway wall. “Here, you can have it – the cops couldn’t make heads or tails of any of it and they just figured it was some strange teenage… I don’t know… fancy , or something.” She pulled a small brown leather bag from her purse and handed it to Logan.
Logan gently took it from her and turned it over in her hand. It was the size of a marble bag, brown suede, with cotton yarn holding it closed.
On impulse, she slid the bag into the pocket of her jacket and then took a deep breath. “I’m going to head home. Please let me know if you need anything, and if there’s any change?”
Meagan’s parents nodded simultaneously. Then Mr. Stone frowned. “Didn’t you have a back pack or something?”
Logan blinked. She’d left it in Meagan’s room.
“I left it in the room.”
“We’ll go back in with you,” Deirdre said. She nodded at Logan and the three of them headed back down the hall. But when they reached the door, they froze. Robert’s hand stilled over the door knob.
Someone was
When she’d finished, she laid a gentle kiss on Meagan’s forehead and left the room.
Outside, in the parking lot of St. Mary’s emergency ward, a young woman with curly blonde hair and two tiny puncture wounds in the side of her neck smiled a slow, wicked smile. Her eyes glittered in the tall parking lot lights.
Just one little thing, she thought to herself. All I have to do is this one thing.
Get the weird Celtic medallion and give it to Sam.
And then Sam will make me beautiful. She laughed then, and if anyone had been around to hear her, they’d have thought she was drunk or insane. Or both. And no man in the world will be able to resist me.
Chapter Five
Logan met Meagan’s parents down the hall from their daughter’s hospital room. Mrs. Stone was standing at a set of windows, gazing out into the darkness, her arms wrapped around her torso as if she were trying to bring herself warmth. Mr. Stone was staring at the inner contents of a vending machine. Both were distracted; neither was moving.
When they heard Logan approach, they turned to face her, nearly as one.
“Thank you for letting me see her,” Logan said, hoping to pre-empt any awkwardness. She couldn’t imagine what must be going through their minds and she didn’t want them to feel as if they had to play nice at the moment. Their eyes were blood-shot and rimmed with hollow circles. It was obvious that they’d been crying. “Have the police found anything?” she asked.
Deirdre Stone shook her head and her husband, Robert, sighed. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, his purple eyes finally focusing on Logan. She realized, then, that Robert Stone was a fairly attractive man and had given his daughter his strange violet gaze and blue-black hair.
“We’ve got nothing,” he said, with a helpless shrug and a frustrated expression. “She came in clean – no signs of violation or struggle whatsoever.” His eyes widened a little as he added, “she was barely even dirty, except that there were tiny shards of what they said was malachite all over her.”
“Malachite? The pretty green mineral?”
Robert nodded. “The cops said it looked like it was maybe part of a polished bracelet and was shattered somehow.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t know.”
“What was she doing in the cemetery?” Logan asked.
“We have no idea,” Deirdre answered. “But she was wearing a cloak and had a leather pouch on her.” She pinched the bridge of her nose as if stemming off an oncoming headache. “It had a lot of weird stuff in it,” she sighed. “But no drugs. Nothing to explain what happened.”
Logan thought for a moment. A cloak. A cemetery on an October night. Meagan and her love of all things gothic or unexplained…. “What did the pouch have in it?”
Deirdre stared at her for a second, then blinked and made her way to her purse, which was resting on a chair against the hallway wall. “Here, you can have it – the cops couldn’t make heads or tails of any of it and they just figured it was some strange teenage… I don’t know… fancy , or something.” She pulled a small brown leather bag from her purse and handed it to Logan.
Logan gently took it from her and turned it over in her hand. It was the size of a marble bag, brown suede, with cotton yarn holding it closed.
On impulse, she slid the bag into the pocket of her jacket and then took a deep breath. “I’m going to head home. Please let me know if you need anything, and if there’s any change?”
Meagan’s parents nodded simultaneously. Then Mr. Stone frowned. “Didn’t you have a back pack or something?”
Logan blinked. She’d left it in Meagan’s room.
“I left it in the room.”
“We’ll go back in with you,” Deirdre said. She nodded at Logan and the three of them headed back down the hall. But when they reached the door, they froze. Robert’s hand stilled over the door knob.
Someone was
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