The God & The Shadow

Chapter 21

VERONICA

I teleported to Tarrin's office in the headquarters at six in the morning to see him frantically pacing back and forth the floor. He sighed in relief as he saw the darkness uncurl around me.

"Good. Come on." He said before grabbing a file on his desk and walking out of the room.

I followed him into the elevator and out to the parking lot to see Matt waiting beside his car. We muttered our greetings as we entered the black sedan, the windows tinted.

Matt's fingers fidgeted from behind as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Tarrin started the car and drove off. "Another museum was vandalized an hour ago, but they caught the guy before he could even burn it down."

"Wait, they caught him? The arsonist?" Matt asked.

"We're not sure. Nixon is currently at the scene, searching for any clues. Did you take the antidote?"

"Yeah and I packed extra just in case. Olivia made me some earlier."

Since vampires are vulnerable to sunlight, they resorted to witchcraft to surpass the inability to walk under the sunlight. The antidote would last for a few hours, but there's no such thing as a permanent one— yet.

Tarrin stopped in front of the museum encompassed with dozens of police cars and networking companies. It was easy to blend in as we got out of the car, joining the large group of people that were desperate to look at the crime scene.

We pushed through the crowd and soon enough, Tarrin flashed a badge at a guard that was glamoured by a powerful witch to show great power to mortals, no matter what company or country. (That powerful witch being myself, of course.)

The guard immediately let us through and led us inside of the museum. A few people were haphazardly around, taking pictures and looking for clues as the others were talking amongst themselves.

Matt separated from us to do what he did best. Compulsion. To lure away the mortals from the crime scene, thinking that some form of higher power will take over the investigation instead.

People started pouring out of the museum as we neared Nixon talking to a man in manacles, barely into his 20s.

Tarrin and I now stood behind Nixon who was still talking to the man. "Nixon.", called Tarrin.

Nixon turned to Tarrin and frowned, then turned to me and smile. "Nice to see you here, little assassin."

I ignored him as I walked to come face-to-face with a man who took a step back, causing his back to touch the wall.

"Please! I already told him that I don't remember doing it! I just woke up and suddenly, Poseidon's statue was in front of me and I had a can of spray paint in my hand! I'm innocent, damn it!" The man screamed.

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot, steeling my face to a state of calm as I looked at him from top to bottom.

I gave him a quick smile before turning back to Tarrin and Nixon who were staring. "Talk.", I ordered Nixon.

Nixon smiled before saying, "Kid seems to be telling the truth. As usual, the security cameras were disabled during the break-in, but nothing was stolen or burnt when they found him. Just the vandalized Poseidon statue."