Her head felt like a sculptor was going at it with a hammer and chisel. Nick stood at the window, staring out through his reflection. Laurel sat weightless on the end of her bed, legs dangling through the footboard. Shelby had contacted her after leaving the scene, and the hospital was a place she had been to before, so she could travel directly. Her presence had helped alleviate the stress of two hours of endless questioning, made worse by Belgerman.He had come by twenty minutes after she woke up. After assuring himself of her health, the first words out his mouth about the case had been simple and direct. “Jackie, you need to consider yourself gagged when it comes to anything supernatural involving this case. Don’t even hint at anything odd.”Not that she had any desire to do so, but her involvement in the case was entirely supernatural. “And what was I doing on this case then?”“Investigative backup. Research. Background on potential suspects. You were looking into the rogue cop angle after Morgan went on leave after the second murders.
