Rimer Lorcan had been a coven outcast, an embarrassment to the Amiantos people. He hadn’t set foot on coven lands in over ten years, but he’d died here, and what had been left of his body was now cremated and interred in the Amiantos coven tomb. Sad. So fucking sad. It was a depressing homecoming if there ever was one, and Aleeza had initially assumed the energy she’d felt in this place was simply that, the sorrow of a soul who’d departed this earth with no one. No one missed Rimer Lorcan. He’d had no wife, no children, no friends and hadn’t even been reported missing. No one had cared where the man disappeared to until his body was found in this spot, anchored in the shallow water with an iron stake through the center of his chest. “Two inches to the right of the heart.” She mumbled the words out loud and gripped the folder in her hands a little tighter. She had its contents memorized at this point, for all the good it did her. Rimer’s folder was by far the thinnest of the three.
