Darkest Blood

Chapther Three

The Morristown Police Station was pretty much empty. After Liam's revival, not much had happened in Morristown. Sheriff Holmes had left the case of the satanic murders to the FBI, who was currently chasing my cousin around the country. Ad was laying on the couch in the Sheriff's office, where he always laid while waiting for his mother. I had placed myself in her office chair, spinning around to amuse myself.

"You think Death would get dizzy from spinning around on an office chair?" Ad asked turning his head to look at me.

I stopped spinning. "I don't even know, whether Death actually exists, how would I know if he gets dizzy?"

Ad shrugged, "I don't know, I figured if anyone knew, it would be the person who literally speaks the words of Death."

He turned his gaze back to the ceiling, just as Sheriff Holmes walked in. Sheriff Holmes was Ad's mom. She had blondish hair, slightly turning grey. I knew that the sheriff felt responsible for Nicola's death, after all, she had let Nicola investigate the murder. Nicola had shared sheriff Holmes love for solving mysteries, however, she had had slightly more fantasy. Sheriff Holmes still had no clue about the Dark World or the real reasons for Nicola's death, which was partly due to Ad not telling her, and Maia and Hannah erasing every file on Nicola's computer after her death. Maia and Hannah had been charged as suspects for the murders, but my aunt had stepped in. Later when the murders continued out of town, with them being very much in the town, they had been completely forgotten.

"Ad, Penelope, what are you guys doing here?" the sheriff asked hinting for me to stand, so she could get her chair back. I did as she told me, facing the board with clues to current cases on it. I frowned at a newspaper clipping in the upper corner. I recognized the company as British, the story told of a mysterious death in Italy. I walked closer. Other European articles about other mysterious deaths decorated the board. It seemed, there had been two deaths in Europe, the one in Italy and then one in Ukraine, however, both deaths had been mysteriously linked. It wasn't the news of foreign murders that caught my attention, though. It was the name of the English journalist.

Helena C. Smythe.

Ad stood up and reached into his backpack. "You forgot your lunch at home, dad made me come by."

The sheriff smiled at her son. She often forgot her lunch or something else at home, over time, it had become Ad's responsibility to bring it to her.

She grabbed the lunch. "I should have guessed."

Sheriff Holmes turned towards me. "Don't you dare try to solve this case Pen, I know it's just a mugging, but I'll never allow any of you to even help again."

I shivered but turned towards her. Last time she'd allowed someone to help on a case that someone had been brutally murdered.

"It's just those articles from Europe," I said giving a sly smile.

She turned to me. "The English one?"

I nodded slightly, "I don't really know my European family."

The sheriff came over, "Well I actually just think it's weird cases to be completely honest. They are kind of there to help me focus on my case at hand. Showing me that at least I have some leads."

I looked at her. Ad came over as well, looking at the article.

"They're unsolved?" he asked. Sheriff Holmes shrugged.

"No idea, I believe so. They are pretty recent," she said before turning towards us showing us out of her office. "However, I do believe the two of you have a birthday party to get to."