I dipped a chip into the bowl of salsa. “Dane?” “Logan’s the new guy on the team.” “Officially, I am. But,” Logan held up a finger. “Unofficially, I began helping with cases before you did.” “Okay.” Dane slouched back and sighed. “We know that someone is stealing magical artifacts and killing people. We know the killers have psychic abilities, and they’re fast.” “We know that all three stolen objects won’t work without the proper code words,” I added. “Tanisha said the stick didn’t work, and the boots needed a code word. Thorandryll said his stolen ring requires a code word, too.” “That’s all we know as fact.” Logan moved the chip basket closer to Dane’s side of the table. The younger shifter was in a deep funk. “We think they’re vampires, because of the precise use of psychic abilities. Also because it doesn’t seem necessary for them to kill, but they do, and because the crimes have occurred after sunset.” “That’s all we have.”
