Ghost of Glasgow: Immortal Stonekeeper Case Files #2 (2023) Chapter 9: Chapter 9: You’re Not Alone

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The Paranormal Bureau was desolate despite the blistering sunlight streaming in, and it made Jonathan wonder if anyone in that department actually did their job. Of course, most of the agents were just normal cops who juggled multiple positions at the same time, but it was times like these that he would be grateful to at least have a little help. So as it was, he had to settle for scrolling through internal archives and rummaging through dusty old case files by himself. Jonathan’s expression hardened, silently shaking out Anya’s last words to him while he scrutinised the details in those files. Harsh as her words may have been, she wasn’t wrong. Thirty-five years on this Earth, and all he ever did was live day to day while winging everything else. No wonder Anya lost faith in him. He blinked the blurriness in his eyes away before focusing on the words again. This was no time to mope. Anya can hear his apology after he saved her soul. Unlike most case files, these old cases read more like urban legends than actual incident reports. There was simply too little information to go on with, and too much speculation, which only further blurred the truth within. Such was almost always the problem with cold cases like this, which was also why they remained as such. Still, he was an ex-informant. And a damn good one, if he didn’t hesitate to boast. If there was something he was good at, it was extracting information from even the most obscure of sources. Electricity fed into his brain, energising him further as he opened the first file of several hundred. ‘Marion Caimbeul’ was the first name that greeted him, followed by her date of death. Jonathan took a deep breath and read on. And on, and on, and on. It felt like only a minute had passed when the pale moonlight found its way onto his desk. The chair creaked as Jonathan got up to turn the lights on, his head buzzing with new information. He pulled out a blank notebook and began noting down everything he had deduced so far. Most of the information he had gleaned already matched what he knew. But according to the archives, the victims went from being killed to simply dying in their sleep about sixty years ago. He wasn’t sure if it was related, but this seemed to have coincided with Mylis Wright’s estimated date of death as well. To make things more suspicious, the circumstances in which the victims died in their sleep were remarkably similar to how Anya ‘died’ too. Jonathan finished up the last of his scrawlings before resting his head on his palm. If he had deduced correctly, Anya must have also fallen victim to some sort of soul-extraction magic. Lucy and Cornelia, on the other hand, could only be killed by another method since they do not possess a conventional soul. The last question left in his mind, and undoubtedly the biggest one, was why. Why kill all those people? Why hunt down all these victims over several hundred years? Why hurt those he cared about? Jonathan tossed a glance at Angus’s spellbook once again. Part of him wanted to simply begin the ritual and continue his investigation. But an even bigger part of him was afraid of whatever lay at the other end of the summoning portal. He couldn’t fathom seeing that old hag again without trying to beat her up for hurting Anya. And so he did what anyone would have done to cool himself off. He lay his head on the table and took a nap. ~ ~ ~ “I do.” Applause erupted as the unfamiliar face leaned closer to him and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Jonathan tried to jerk his head back to no avail as darkness enveloped his eyes, leaving behind nothing but the blissful feeling of the woman’s tight embrace. “I love you, Duncan,” the woman whispered, her voice soaked with joy. “And I you, Marion.” A feathery voice emanated from Jonathan in return. Like the dreams he had been having for the past few days, Jonathan was unable to move his body from his point of view and could only watch from behind the eyes of an unfamiliar person. In this c