Deceit can be Deadly

Excerpt

He waited a minute, once again listening and scenting the air, watching for signs of movement. It could be a trap, doubtful but a few moments of caution cost him nothing. One minute passed, then another. Finally, he stepped into the building and scanned the area.

The interior was dark, but it wasn’t hard to locate the body. Moonlight filtered in through the broken windows highlighting the mutilated remains in a macabre manner.

Frozen in place, he took a deep breath to force back the bile that rose in his throat. Even at this distance he could see the horror before him. It wasn’t the first time he’d come across such a scene. Each was burned into his brain in excruciatingly grotesque detail.

Burn marks on the ground in the shape of a large circle surrounded the body. It was the woman he’d seen earlier on the street corner. Her eyes were wide open, a look of horror on her face as she lay in a pool of her own blood. And the most telling sign of all, a gaping cavity where her heart had been.

Black magic.

He’d hoped he was wrong but there was no denying the signs. Testing the air, he picked up the scent of the killer but knew it would be of little use. There’d be no trail to follow. The malefic witch always seemed to disappear into thin air.

Firming his jaw, he approached the body and crouched beside it. Using a cloth to ensure he’d leave no finger prints, he checked her clutch purse for a cellphone. He might be a bastard who’d lived most of his life on the wrong side of the law but there was some decency left in him. An anonymous call to 911 would ensure her body wasn’t eaten by rats.