Body Swappers 14
Maya and Camille catch up.
Maya relaxed back into the loveseat, and asked, “First off, where do you work?”
“LabCorp,” Camille said, then frowned. “Why?”
“So, you know how Robert came into m work the other day? And since then I got a promotion?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, the promotion wasn’t just straight up, to shift manager. Bethany created a whole new position, to cover the work I’m doing now. You see, Robert wanted us to help him investigate whether a bunch of seemingly unconnected murders were actually committed by the same person, through magic.”
Camille’s eyes widened. “I thought you didn’t investigate murders. That’s what you said last time, right?”
“We didn’t. But now we do. Or rather, I do. My new title is Transcendental Investigator.” Maya winced. “I know it’s a mouthful. Bethany didn’t want to use Supernatural Investigator or Paranormal Investigator. Said it came across as gauche and kitschy. I think Transcendental is pompous and opaque, but Bethany’s the boss. Either way, it’s a raise.”
Camille was quiet for a moment, and Maya began to feel a bit letdown. She’d been hoping for some congratulations from her friend. Instead, Camille looked down, her brow puckered, and her aura swirled with purple, pink, and orange. When she looked up at Maya again, she asked, “What does that have to do with where I work?”
“Oh! Right, I was getting to that. It turns out that at least two of the murderers in question had their blood drawn at Deaconess before the murders. I was wondering if you worked there, and if so whether you knew anyone who can see magic. Robert and I are kind of stuck on how we’re going to narrow down who had access to the blood. It would have been really convenient if I had someone on the inside.”
Camille’s aura flashed yellow, and the storm cloud that had been brewing over her blew away. She shook her head. “A lot of people would have access to it. I don’t know how you’re going to figure that out.”
“Yeah,” Maya sighed. “It might be helpful to ask a detective how they go about their investigations. I know magic, but not this manner of deduction.”
“I feel like you skipped over a lot,” Camille said. “Who all did you talk to? Tell me the whole story.” She snuggled deeper into her chair and sipped her tea. Maya told her everything.