say, “What do you mean horns?”
“On his forehead. Above his eyebrows. I suppose they could have been markings.”
“Tattoos. Okay. Anything else?”
“The same man had a drawing on his cheek. A number fourteen in a circle of letters.”
“That’s it?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Approximately, how long did you walk?” says Julie.
“Five hours,” he says.
“You sound very certain.”
“I am. I found a watch. One of the teenagers must have dropped it.”
“We looked through your things. There wasn’t any watch,” says Candy.
“It stopped working, so I threw it away.”
I say, “Do you remember where?”
“Of course.”
He points to a trash can by the head of his cot.
Julie reaches in and fishes out a gold pocket watch attached to a broken fob chain. She presses the winder on top and the cover pops open. The watch shines, but it’s just cheap plastic in a metallic coating.
Julie holds it up.
“There’s something stamped on the cover, but I can’t make it out.”
She hands me the watch.
I study it while Candy looks over my shoulder.
On the inside of the cover is a skull with candles in the eye sockets and an open book in its mouth.
“It’s a necromancer’s mark,” I say.
“Then maybe the kids weren’t partying,” says Candy. “Maybe they were part of the resurrection.”
“Maybe, but this thing is a piece of shit. No professional Dead Head would carry something like this.”
I hand Julie the watch. She looks it over.
“They sell things like this at flea markets and goth shops, don’t they?”
“You can buy them all over Hollywood Boulevard. Good luck tracking it down,” I say.
“Maybe they weren’t professionals, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t necromancers,” says Candy.
“It’s possible,” says Julie. “May I keep this?”
“Of course,” says Death.
“Maybe I can pull some prints or DNA off it.”
She puts it in a small container and places it in her bag.
“I’m wondering something,” says Candy. “Could we use a spell to track where Death walked from? Maria, who gets the store videos, is a witch. She might be able to help us.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” says Julie.
“Yeah, it is,” I say. “If you backtrack Death, then you’re backtracking the knife, and I’ve seen what happens when you aim hoodoo at that thing. Let’s see what Julie comes up with before we get too Tinker Bell.”
Julie arranges things in her bag.
“All right. I have plenty to work with right now. We’ll hold off on any spell work until I see what the physical evidence shows us. Do you have the knife with you?”
“You sure you want to take it?”
“I’d like to examine it myself.”
“But no hoodoo and no Vigil?”
“That’s right.”
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