My name is Levi and I swear I didnāt kill her.
Sure, I was the only person found at the scene of the crime, and maybe her blood was literally on my hands, but I can explain all that. Iām a journalist writing for Kansas Cityās magical communityāitās not that Iām nosey; digging around in other peopleās business is my job. So when I suspected that a woman had been cursed, itās only natural that I went to learn more.
I couldnāt have known sheād be dead before I arrived. Seriously, I write headlines about bridge trolls and solstice events, not murder.
The Wizardās Council thinks I did it, and Iām going to have a hard time convincing them otherwise. Who are they going to believe, an autistic journalist with a smart mouth and a rap sheet, or the mountain of evidence I left behind when I fled the scene of the crime?
I have to solve the murder. The killer is still out there, ready to strike again so long as they arenāt caught. To crack the case with the Council on my tail, Iāll have to move fast, stay low, and find a way to cover my tracks.
If I canāt, the real killer will go free, and Iāll take the fall. Iāve been to the Councilās prison once and if I go back I know Iāll never make it out alive.