“Is he giving you anything?”

“He wants credit.” A whisper of rain in the air, hitting the side of Will’s face. “He’ll play games, drip feed us information, but he knows the only way to stay in the spotlight is to remain relevant. One by one, I’ll locate the bones of his victims.”

Relentless, like water on rock, that was Will.

“I can work with San Diego.” Her wings unfolded inside her as the rain hit her own face, and with the cold droplets came a surge of music, pure and rising in a crescendo.

Her art had never been a creature of sunlight.