Ava
“Moonbite,” we said in unison.
The realization hit us like a ton of bricks.
“But… But how can we be sure?” Ophelia asked, her voice trembling as she pressed a damp washcloth to her bloodied forehead. She was still shaking from the ordeal, her eyes darting nervously to the bedroom door where Leonard was locked away.
Chris ran a hand through his hair, his expression grim. “We need to analyze that medication. But we can’t risk taking it to the lab at the clinic. If Elise is involved, we can’t trust anyone in Moonstone right now.”
“I might have a solution,” Patrick offered. “I’ve got a small drug testing kit for… personal use. It’s back with my surveillance equipment. It’s not as thorough as a lab, and it’s not designed to test for moonbite, but it should give us some answ
