63: Trial and Error – Pt. 1

It had been a day since her confrontation with Rowan and Victoria was doing her best to get passed the night in the park. Her grief borne of loss held a palpable weight. The weight of her mistake settled in slow and deep, pushing everything else from view. And that heaviness was making it hard to breathe. Diving into her work helped her find a way to forget, at least for a moment. She and Mike spent the night going over everything they had on the serial killer stalking the streets of Avondale. On top of everything else, having the man’s threat looming over her was beginning to get the better of her.

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62: At the Center of it All – Pt. 3

“I have to say, I was surprised when you called. The last time we actually got together was just before Mike and I moved in together,” Aria said, leaning forward in her seat. She and Victoria had met up at the small café on Brunswick for lunch.  

“I know and I’m sorry. Work is one blurred night into an unconscious morning. I barely have time for a moment to myself.”

“You’re not the only one. This job keeps me away for long periods of time now. I’m surprised Mike is so ok with it. Although when I get back, he shows me just how much I was missed,” she added with a smile before taking another sip of her mimosa.

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61: At the Center of it All – Pt. 2

“Come on,” Derrick said standing and taking Victoria by the hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To my place. You want answers and I think I know how to get them.”

“What is this?” Victoria asked, peering through the glass of the door in Derrick’s basement. “Derrick? We can’t…”

“We can and we will,” he said, pushing through the door and into the room. The man dangling from the wall looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching.

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60: At the Center of it All – Pt. 1

“Going somewhere?”

“GEEZ!” Victoria turned with a start, placing a hand over her heart. “Derrick…you scared the crap out of me.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” He loomed in the doorway with the glass he’d fetched from the kitchen, watching as she finished dressing. A smile crept on his face as he listened to her rapid heartbeat and he set his drink on the nightstand.

“I’ll never get used to that,” she exhaled and looked back at the mirror and the absence of his reflection beside her. Touching a hand to her face, she puckered her lips and gently brushed her cheek. “Do you ever miss it?”

“Sometimes,” he answered, watching as she primped herself.

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Bonus: Derrick’s Birthday Present

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59: Where’d the Wendigo? – Pt. 3

“Victoria…Victoria! What have you done?!”

“They’ll be after you now. You have to hide.”

“Don’t let them use you.”

“RUN!”

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58: Where’d the Wendigo? – Pt. 2

“Sana et Mederi. Sana, sana, Mike, sana, sana,” Victoria chanted. It was going on the third hour she sat on the floor of Derrick’s attic conjuring potions, performing rituals and casting magic. Tirelessly, she’d researched information on cures and healing spells and though none ever seemed to work she was determined to keep trying. And Hades, her loyal and lovable companion, stood watch over his master while she went in and out of trance. Taking hold of the Athamé, she slit her palm open and let the drops of her blood pour into the mortar and crushed it between herbs with her pestle. “Exurge, exurge, exurge. Sana, sana. Látum lausa Draco Sanguinem. Sana, sana, sana,” Victoria continued.

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57: Where’d the Wendigo? – Pt. 1

“You’re still staring at that?” Mike’s voiced interrupted Victoria’s thoughts but her eyes remained glued on the computer screen in front of her. She had been browsing through several gifting websites trying to find the perfect present for Derrick’s birthday. “Vik, I’m telling you guys aren’t so hung up over gifts as you might think. Sex, beer or some sort of tool and you’re golden.”

“That might work for you, Mike, but I’m not sure Derrick is the ‘tools’ sort of guy.”

“It’ll work, trust me. He’ll be what? 419?”

“418,” Victoria corrected with a sigh.

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56: A Stroke of Luck – Pt. 4

“What’s he doing here?” Victoria asked, walking into Moonlight and finding Derrick leaning against the doorway.

“I called him,” Mike replied as she continued staring Derrick down.

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because you’re going after this fawn creature and, not sure if you’ve noticed, I’m in no position to provide back up. I wasn’t about to let you go out there alone!” he responded, rolling his chair a little closer to where Derrick stood. “You don’t look so well.”

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