Titus stepped through the front gate of the Fogg Estate. Two Skriker agents had followed him home in their unmarked black cars. They followed along at a snail's crawl a hundred yards behind him his entire walk back.

So Gardean wanted to use him to collect information she couldn't get herself.

Whatever, it’s not like I have to share anything, or like I couldn't give them the slip at the drop of a hat. Like I’m going to play into their game.

Titus plodded idly across the driveway, lost in thought. His mind dissected the details of the crime scene.

Salt. Ancient Arabic. There had been two things sacrificed—the two symbols he didn't understand. They had to do with agriculture, flowers or seeds or something similar. That didn't explain where...

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