Body Swappers 15
Camille ruminates on her next move.
After Maya left, Camille slid the deadbolt back in place and sat back in her spot to think. It sounded like they had interviewed the convicts, but not those sitting in Geiger waiting for trial. Which begged the question: how could she get her hands on the blood of a Geiger guard before it was too late?
She was lucky Maya wasn’t great at reading auras. Of course, Maya thought she was good, because she could see trauma plain as day and was good at sniffing out assholes. But Camille had heard enough about Ruth to know the woman interpreted other people’s emotions as if they were her own, and now Robert sounded like a human lie detector. She had no doubt that if either of them had seen Camille’s aura during that discussion, the jig would be up.
“Everyone sees what they care to see,” Camille murmured to herself. That’s why she and Maya saw rage and trauma so easily, but little else. Their worlds had been narrowed down to those points by their abusers. For Camille, it wasn’t enough to avoid dating those who might hurt her again, or to slap the wrists of abusers from within the body of their victims. She wanted to make sure they could never hurt anyone ever again.
And if she was going to be free to continue doing that, she had to make sure Maya didn’t figure out that’s what she was doing.
“I wonder if there’s a particular bar the Geiger guards frequent?” she asked herself, rising to her feet. Time to put on makeup and go to war.