Ghost of Glasgow: Immortal Stonekeeper Case Files #2 (2023) Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Solid Lead

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Three hours later, Jonathan found fifteen errors in a single sentence. He pushed himself away from the glaring computer screen and closed his eyes in frustration. Darkness flooded the empty Paranormal Bureau as Jonathan switched off the computer. That was the last straw. He was never good at writing investigation reports anyway. To hell with these damned paperwork. If Angus had questions, he’d have to talk it out with him instead. Like his previous alias as the mafia boss Oliver Harred, Angus was exceedingly good at creating and maintaining organisations. Of course, that could also have been due to his vast experience as an immortal changeling. But even so, most immortals were still only barely half as clever as him. Other than being the founder of the Immortal Association, this fae had also founded the Paranormal Bureau within London’s police department to look after other supernatural creatures. Jonathan was grateful for the stable job offered to him as a Paranormal Investigator, but he had to be careful about screwing up too much. Angus may have been nice to him so far, but he was a businessman through and through. If Jonathan had lost all value to him, there was no stopping the fae boss from firing him immediately. The man’s mind drifted back to the symbol again. Whatever it meant, it was most likely a serial killer’s sick ritual of branding his victims before killing them. And given how easily it killed Cornelia and Mylis Wright, this murderer was definitely no ordinary mortal. Jonathan’s heart stung with guilt. Other than being a good friend, Cornelia was an innocent nymph who had only just found solace in the Paranormal Bureau after being driven out of her home so many times. But she had just perished in front of his eyes, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it. The worst part was that Cornelia could have been a solid lead to Mylis Wright’s murder since she clearly recognised the symbol. Jonathan stared into the distance, musing hard. What was she so afraid of? Why was she so desperate to get rid of the symbol? And why did the serial killer choose to re-emerge now of all times? As a sanctuary of warmth and peace. I pledge my love, devotion, faith and honour as I join my life to yours… “What the hell?” The man looked around him, opening his third eye just in case. He scanned the room. It was devoid of any presence other than his own, including the spiritual ones. Jonathan smacked his head a few times as if to shake the unfamiliar voice out. A shiver went down his spine. Of all the things he could hallucinate, it just had to be wedding vows. Jonathan shook his head, making a mental note never to tell Anya about it. He’d never hear the end of it. Electricity fizzled around his eyes as he prepared to speed up again. There was only one person he knew who was old enough to have at least heard of this symbol. He broke into a run, heading straight for Lucy Carpenter’s residence. ~ ~ ~ “Jon! So nice of you to visit!” Jonathan’s face turned red as Lucy pulled him into a tight hug. That woman may be nearly a thousand years old, but her eternal youthfulness was exceedingly good at persuading him otherwise. “How’s my favourite vampire doing?” He reluctantly pulled his face away from the pair of nice, warm pillows before he got smacked by their owner. “Good, good. Look, I made you some new clothes.” Lucy picked up a hand-crocheted jumper from her table and thrust it in his face. “Among other things, of course.” The man spun around slowly in a circle, quickly losing count of crocheted clothes lying around the house. He stifled a giggle. Considering how often he had seen the vicious side of this vampire, it was almost endearing to see that she had picked up such a tame hobby to spend her days. Jonathan plopped himself on the sofa, taking a small sip of tea. “So what brings you here?” Lucy asked. “Women problems? Need some advice about what’s on Anya’s mind? You didn’t hook up with someone in that club down the street, did