A human who didn’t know about the supernaturals and thought something else was going on. That was the crazy thought, and I even briefly entertained the idea that it was Morrow.
Somebody who used cop weapons and didn’t want me to know who they were and who had now committed two murders; one of them so I wouldn’t have to.
Somebody who…oh, the amusement at the next thought. Was it possible that whoever this was thought I was his lost daughter? Now I knew I was going crazy. That was a television show plot, not reality.
Odd how it was much easier to buy demons and valkyries than such a stupid story. But… “Kanesha, I have a crazy idea. And you’re the one with the mad internet skills.”
“Not so mad.”
“It’s not hacking or anything like that. Look for missing girls who would be my age, my coloring.”
“You think we might…”
“I don’t know what we have, but I want to find out. And then find the person and let him down easy.”
And not get him arrested for murder. Or maybe get him arrested for murder. I supposed that would depend on what I found. What kind of person he was. Whether he could be convinced to listen and think before he acted.
Trusting Kanesha to handle the internet stuff – she could do it in a fraction of the time it would take me – I headed back out into the street. I knew I shouldn’t be wandering around on my own right now, when there was somebody after me.
I didn’t really care. I needed to clear my head. I’d rather have vampires and fairies than humans, I decided. Humans just screwed things up, even the ones with the best intentions. I hoped Kanesha found something and hoped she didn’t at the same time.
But whoever it was had killed Clem so I didn’t have to. That part I got. I didn’t get the assassination of Her Ladyship.
I didn’t get that at all. My footsteps took me to the Capitol. I stared up at the dome, up at the bronze figure on the top. The statue of Freedom, which nobody ever saw up close. They had a replica in the visitor’s center. But from here, she was a blob.
Freedom was kind of laughable anyway, I thought. The freedom for homeless people to freeze to death. The freedom to starve, the freedom not to get a job. I was lucky, I knew, at the human level.
At other levels? As annoying as humans were, it would be almost nice to only have to worry about their problems.
I turned, the snow crunching under my feet, to go back to the house. More snow, I knew, than there should have been, but I didn’t exactly remember a normal DC winter.
And as I stepped inside. “I think I found something.”