the corner and gagged as I frantically tried to wipe the liquid off my cheek.
“That was definitely Carmen,” Owen said.
Sam nodded as he rubbed Olivia’s back. “I agree.”
“Should we at least talk to Alfred?” Sam asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t see how it would help, but we can question him.”
“Question who?” Drew asked from behind us. We all jumped and whirled around almost as one person to find Drew standing there looking at us with his eyebrows raised.
Oh, fuck me sideways. How much had he heard?
Sam and I exchanged a look. My brain worked overtime to come up with something to say. But all I could think of when I saw Drew filling the doorway of the morgue was, he was a hunter.
“Sammie,” Sam said instantly. “To make sure he didn’t eat the, uh…”
“Nickel,” I said at a near-shout. “I’m missing a nickel, and we think Sammie ate it.”
Drew lifted his brows, looking extremely skeptical. Then his gaze roamed to Olivia and Owen. “You’re all standing around a murder victim discussing whether or not Sam’s kid swallowed a coin?”
All four of us nodded with wide eyes, fooling nobody, least of all Drew. Man, we were all busted.
“Sure,” he said. “Whatever you say.” He glanced toward the door behind him. “I’m going to pretend all of you are here for some legitimate reason, because I’ve got this poor woman’s son out here ready to identify her body.”
I gasped and put my hand over my mouth. That poor boy and here we were standing over her body like a bunch of lookie-loos. I was going to Hades for this.
Looking around the room, I spotted a set of double doors. “Through there,” I hissed, motioning everyone in that direction.
We all hurried into the second part of the morgue and into the corner. Then I looked around and realized the room had a dead body in it, out on a table, halfway covered by a drape. “Oh, no,” I whispered. “How disrespectful.”
I hated being in there. Sam peered through the little square hole in the door. “He’s walking over to the body,” he said in a low whisper that we could barely hear.
Oh, great. A play by play. Sam was almost as bad as Olivia. I snorted then slapped my hand over my face. “I need a drink after this,” I whispered.
Olivia nodded and mouthed, me too.
“Connor,” Drew’s voice drifted from the other room. “You just have to give a yes or no answer. And you don’t have to stay in here. I understand how difficult this is.”
Connor’s voice came through the doors next. “Yes. That’s my mother.”
“Okay, son, wait for me in the hall. I’ll close this back up and we’ll go to the station to fill out a little paperwork.” Drew’s voice was soft, but I heard the fury brewing in it. There was also compassion that I hadn’t expected from a witch hunter. Then again, I didn’t know anything about them. Other than what Owen said.
Sam opened the door and motioned for us to follow when the coast was clear, and we tiptoed toward the outer door. We looked like a damn group of cartoon characters tiptoeing around like this.
Connor’s voice made us stop short at the door. Sam peeked through the little square and ducked quickly back down. “He’s just outside the door,” he mouthed and pointed.
“We were estranged,” he said.
Drew made a murmuring sound of understanding.
“But she was my mother. I can’t believe she’s gone. I can’t imagine who would hurt her.”
“Do you have any other family?” Drew asked.
Connor let out a little sob. “No. It was always me and mom. No family left at all, not that I know of.”
I widened my eyes at Olivia. She mouthed at me, “Told you so.”
Sam peeked out again, then cracked the door open and reached one hand out. Drew stuck his head in. “What?” he hissed.
“Don’t leave yet. Tell him you forgot something,” Sam whispered.
Drew’s head disappeared, and his footsteps faded down the hall toward the outside door. Then the footsteps loudened and Drew burst back into the room. “What?” he asked, looking aggravated.
“My realtor,” I said in a quiet voice. “She told me she was taking over as my realtor because Betty was out of town. She also said she’s Betty’s daughter.”
Drew’s jaw dropped. “That is some relevant information.”
I threw my hands up. “I know! That’s why we called you back.” Even though we weren’t sure what in the world he was.
“Does this realtor who isn’t Betty’s daughter have a name?”
“Carmen Moonflower.” She had