Detective Daine Stevens surveyed the crime scene.
Mr Collins, the husband of Mrs Collins, lay face-down on the tiles of the foyer of their mansion. Ragged cuts across his back, legs broken, placed at strange angles.
Perhaps he fell down the stairs.
Brown’s voice rang down the stairs.
“Daine.”
There was no need for him to say Daine would “want to see this”. They had been working together long enough, knew each other well enough, that a simple call was enough.
Daine took the stairs slowly, two at a time. Carefully.
Detective Brown stood at the entrance of the bathroom. As Daine approached the room he stepped out of the way.
The first thing Daine saw was Mrs Collins.
The second thing Daine saw was the writing on the big mirror.
The Shadow King Rises.
That was not good.
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