The more I thought about it, the more every tiny mistake in this murder started eating at me. One small delay, one missed chance, one second too late, and now she was dead. It was the kind of thing that made your head boil if you stared at it too long.
"Can we trace the necklace somehow?" I asked.
Pix shook her head slowly. "It was just a necklace. Nothing special."
So there was no tracking spell, no magical signal, nothing like a proper modern locator. Of course there wasn't. That would have been too useful…
I exhaled and rubbed the back of my neck. "You saw her wearing it, right?"
"Yes," Pix replied. "She put it on earlier today."
I nodded once. "Alright. Let's go back a little. When Jelda appeared in the window."
"Oh, gods…" Pix muttered, flinching at the memory.
"You were not in the room then, of course," I said. "But did you hear anything? Or see anything strange before that? With everything she went through, there had to be some kind of sound."
