With this candle, with this charm, I cast this spell and none shall it harm. With the element of fire, I banish thee. Hear me, anger, set me free.Sé watched Thorn’s curves as she moved through the darkness leaving the police station. The shadows caressed her. Her uncle had a firm grip on her arm. He wasn’t sure who was holding up whom. The interview had gone pretty much as he had expected. Thorn wasn’t shocked or outraged at the new information they had, which showed she felt she had nothing to hide. He, on the other hand, had a nagging sense that Thorn still knew more than she let on. Scettico gloated. He strutted around like the prick he was, boasting about how he had dominated her and finessed pertinent information out of her. The man was an ass. Sé wondered again why the Captain had burdened him with such an incompetent partner. Sé signed out and went to his unmarked car. The door screamed its protest when he opened it and the old reek of stale cigarette smoke came at him, like an uninvited visitor, after the clean fall air.
