Apparently, she needed to absorb the energy. She was a tall girl, in her early thirties, with delicate features, and long dark hair. Pretty, but she seemed a bit too serious to enjoy life. Several photos of the deceased couple were prominently displayed on the mantel, all from their travels, and she studied them for several minutes. The crime scene unit had cleared the scene, and Kalan didn’t tell her where he’d found the bodies or anything about the crime, other than two people had been murdered. “I’m sensing a lot of anger and pain,” she said, “especially around the area of this sofa.” “That was where we found Mrs. Stanley’s body.” Deanna faced him. “There are a lot of signatures here too, and it’s hard to tell which ones belonged to the homeowners, the killers, and the officers who investigated the crime.” That wasn’t good. He didn’t see how she would be able to separate all the people then. “If it helps, we believe the murderers were wolf shifters.”
