I turned my attention once more to the water, and noticed not only fish in the murky depths, but also algae close to the surface. I walked to the edge for a closer look.

“He used the water.”

“What?”

“There is a grate opened down there. The moss around it has been disturbed.”

“Does it connect to the sewers?”

“My guess would be the lake.”

Her scowl transitioned to a thoughtful frown. “The body and her dress were dry.”

“The call came in late morning. A couple hours in the summer sun could have dried them off. Or he could have sealed her in plastic.”

“And scrying doesn’t work through water. Another tactic to...

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