wanted. Knew how to cast replacement spells quickly and quietly. The whole thing took all of two minutes tops. And in those two minutes, Davy should have gotten a full picture of what had happened magically, and who cast the magic that hurt Bea.
But even from this distance, I could recognize that spell.
A gate. Someone had opened a gate here, and closed it just as quickly. Fast enough the Closers back at Maeve’s hadn’t noticed. Unless it was a Closer back at Maeve’s who had opened it. Could they open gates long-distance?
If they could, I didn’t think they would be sloppy enough to hurt someone and leave a trace of the gate behind.
When Davy turned and looked over at us, I saw it again—the red flash in his eyes. The red eye flash had been happening ever since Tomi knocked him out and used his blood to open the gate in St. Johns that let the Hungers through. I kept hoping it was just an aftereffect of his blood being used to crack open the doors between life and death. I kept hoping it would wear off, and fade away. Didn’t look like it was getting better, and it had been months since he was hurt.
Davy strode over, hands tucked in his armpits as if he was dodging a hard chill.
I let go of Sight, and Stotts released whatever protective spell he held at the ready.
“Bea didn’t cast magic,” he said. “It’s not her signature here. But I can’t tell whose signature it is.” He shivered, looking a little tired again, and a lot cold. Why didn’t he have on a warm coat?
“No idea at all?” Stotts asked.
Davy answered him, but looked at me. “I’ve never seen magic cast like that. The glyph is crushed in on itself. It shouldn’t have worked at all, but magic followed it.”
“Could you tell what kind of spell it was?” Stotts asked. “Or what it did?”
He shook his head. “It might have been a ward of some type. A lock? It doesn’t make sense. Whatever it was, it’s too tangled and fading fast, like someone crushed their own spell to get rid of it. Really fucking weird.”
Stotts turned and stared at the area, as if he could see the magic with his bare eyes.
“Was there other magic involved, a mix of spells?”
He shook his head. “Don’t think so. I can’t tell. . . .” He glanced back over his shoulder. “It’s gotta be a fluke. Magic doesn’t work like that.”
“Hmm,” Stotts said. “I’ll check into the conduits in the area, make sure none of the lines have been tampered with.”
We all looked back over at the spot where Bea had been found. Her blood was still on the ground. But without Sight, there didn’t appear to be any magic in the park at all.
“You saw no signs of attack?” he asked.
“No. There’s traces of a few day-old spells, cheap Illusion, and maybe Mute, but that crushed spell is less than an hour old. And it’s almost gone. It’s like she got in the way of someone else casting. Was caught off guard and the magic hit her. How bad is she?”
“They want to look her over at the hospital. Hit her head, possible concussion. Backlash from magic is what they’re most worried about. She was found unconscious. Disoriented. Couldn’t remember what happened to her.”
Davy nodded and nodded.
I worked hard not to give in to the panic that had me by the throat. Why would the Authority do this? Who in the Authority would do this? Why didn’t they stop to help Bea?
“I’ll make sure you’re paid for your time,” Stotts said. “And I’ll need a sworn statement. Come by the station tomorrow. I’ll be there.”
“Right,” Davy said.
“Allie,” Stotts said, “I want you to get checked by a doctor. Do I need to make those arrangements?”
Yes, Stotts was my boss, but it was more of a contract-by-contract basis. He didn’t have any real right to tell me what to do. Normally I would have reminded him of the boundaries of him sticking his nose up my business. But he was also my best friend’s boyfriend. And I think it was more that relationship than our working relationship that was prompting his concern.
“Afraid Nola will read you the riot act?” I asked, faking calm and collected and getting damn close.
A soft smile curved his lips. “It came to mind. Plus, you are singed and a little bloody. A trip to the emergency room makes sense.”