"Tell me. Was this part of Madame Finex game? Is this her rituals? Could it be a job gone wrong or something? What were they doing that could not be done at Finex?" Ronnie asked cut right to the point.

"No, it's not Finex." I said the truth.

"I don't believe you," said Chester Richardson,

"If it was, this place would be clean up. No blood. We wouldn't waste blood like that" I said giving him a pointed look. "I know that if she did it you won't even know that they've done it. I am not too sure yet I need a little more information. I'm sure Knight will want to have a say. I am not happy about talking to him. He's dangerous."

I mean you don't make a name for yourself it you weren't something. My aunts were the best example of that fact. Don't let their pretty face fool you, they are deadly.

"Could it be a hit, gang thing or something?" Ronnie asked me not caring.

"It's possible. But this feels amateurish to me so you should be worried that if it is this may end up an open case. If you know what I mean." I told her the truth but only half this time.

The other half was that more bodies would be disappearing. It could get ugly. Not that I think it they would get away, there was Knight and the council. Either of them was effective. But in the open it may end up and open case. But since this was bigger than me or her, I made the decision easy.

"Are you sure?" she asked with an undertone.

"No, I'm not. It's something else I think," I said warily, "It really depends on what the tattoos mean but I can tell you that it's got a ritual text layered on it and that is no joking matter. It can really get ugly."

"Mmph," Ronnie said not showing any interested in what I had to say.

There were no visible tattoos on me, but I had them. To tell the truth I am cover with tattoos from head to toe. It just can't be seen because of the white ink and the size of the silk of a spider web so delicate and very painful to get but so worth it.

When I was younger I found a tattoo shop that did intricate work and experiment. It started out in small tasteful designs but after nearly getting my head blown off I added more. My aunts encourage it helping to pay and adding spells to the design. In my early teens, I add more and more but the large chunk of it was added just before I was allowed to move out. Painful and expensive as it was I was lucky to have done it or I'd be dead many times over as there had been many attacks over the years.

It was the way things were, the rich get richer and the powerful gets more powerful. The weak were left to die like I told you before being a witch is not cheap and is not safe.