Chapter 172
"He's on the loose and I have no clue how to kill him."
She frowned. "You sure it's a marid?"
"Yup. Why?"
"Fire demons have fiery personalities. Sure, they kill but if they go after someone, it would be more personal, if that makes sense."
"Maybe cold calculation is from his water side," I suggested.
She shook her head. "Water is a secondary power. It doesn't rule their natures."
"Okay, well, he drew the Arabic word for love on his victims and he'd been in a relationship with one. At least from her perspective. Love gone wrong? Crime of passion?"
"How many victims?"
"Seven." I snagged a couch cushion that had fallen on the floor and stuffed it under my head. "In just over two weeks."
"Seven crimes of passion in two weeks? It's plausible. If he's a fourteen-year-old girl. Marids are ancient beings. This isn't a case of too many crushes."
"We may never know why he killed them. It may just come down to how we kill him." I sniffed the air. "Are you making curry?"