5
The mirror showed me Selene and her companion, a lanky-looking guy with a scar on one cheek, walking to the bar. She didn’t look comfortable in the role of co-conspirator. Nor did she look like she enjoyed his company, and I wondered what she had gotten herself into.
“Learn anything?” David asked.
“Only that Selene might have seen our victim before I discovered him.” I remembered the wrists had been torn, not punctured. “Or there’s another reason she remembers it differently than from what I saw. I hope to the gods she didn’t tell the detective that.”
David popped the last of his egg in his mouth, and I looked at the rest of mine.
“Do you want this?” I asked. “I’m not feeling up to it.”
He switched our plates. “Got no wife currently,” he mumbled with his mouth full. “This is going
