Reid kept Cam’s phone. He slipped it onto his own pocket, and then he said to me, “If he comes to, break his neck again.”
I simply nodded. I wasn’t sure what his plan was, but I’d do whatever he needed me to do without question. He left my side and began to search the bodies of the deceased. I watched, curious. Tucked into the waistband of the third corpse’s pants, he discovered two syringes, and my stomach dropped.
“What are those?” I asked.
He squinted as he studied the syringes’ contents. “One’s wolfsbane, one’s colloidal silver. I think they’re both laced with something.”
“How can you tell?”
“Color’s off. Can’t imagine any other reason. Willem knows I’m not immune to black magic.” He returned to where Cam lay on the dirt. He pulled him back upright and leaned him back against the
