Page 63 of Sins of the Heart
EVE SILVER
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Turning away from the freezer and its neatly aligned,
plastic-wrapped packages, he studied the metal shelves
on the opposite wall. Empty eye sockets stared back at
him from skulls devoid of flesh, arranged in perfect
symmetry.
“This smacks of ritual,” Alastor murmured.
“Doesn’t it, though? Thing is, I never knew Osiris
or Aset to call for human sacrifice. So is this guy just
doing his own thing?” He glanced at his brother. “Or
did he move from sacrificing mortals to sacrificing a
soul reaper?”
“Not pissing likely.” Alastor shook his head. “A
mortal wouldn’t have stood a chance against Lokan.”
The truth of that hung between them.
A supernatural had to be involved, and all fingers
were currently pointing at Aset’s Daughters. But was
that the truth or a convenient fiction meant to throw
them off the true scent? He’d long ago learned not to
trust the obvious.
Dagan hunkered down. On the bottom shelf was a
plug-in hot plate along with a metal pot big enough to
hold a severed head and boil it like a chicken. No stretch
to figure out how the killer had gotten the flesh off the
skulls.
Straightening, he poked at a clear plastic box filled
with little ivory bones. They were cube shaped and
small, which made him guess wrist bones. This guy
was nothing if not organized. Everything had its place.
