“Yes,” Yuli added, “this was where we found it, and I chased it back to the trunk.”
They meandered their way through a few more cars until the fae stopped again. “He got on here, didn’t go up any further.”
The only option now was to investigate the scene where the last murder took place. When they walked into the driver’s compartment, they were met with more blood smeared on the dashboard, trailing to the floor. It was splattered across the walls and sun-dried around a series of cracks in the windshield, the shape of which made Isra shiver.
Apricot perched on the control panel, looking back at her. “The smell is different.”
“Don’t tell me.” A grim look flashed across Isra’s face. “If the witch and the monster weren’t here…”