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glance but sealed her lips. She wouldn’t go there. “At least the hotel is halfway decent.”
    They approached the rental from the rear, and Christina popped the trunk.
    Eric stepped beside her, nudging her shoulder with his and took the briefcase from her hand.
    “Here, I’ll get that.”
    “Thanks.” Would she ever get to the point where she could stand next to this man without going all gooey inside? She skirted the bumper and headed to the front of the car.
    “What the heck is this on my windshield?”
    Eric slammed the trunk and the little car bounced. “Parking ticket? I’m sure Rita Griego would be more than happy to take care of that for you.”
    “It’s not paper.” She bent forward to get a closer look at the white mark in the corner of her windshield. Her belly flip-flopped.
    Eric circled around the front of the car to the driver’s side. “What is it?”
    She straightened up and turned to face him. “It’s our sign. It’s the sign from Liz Fielding’s necklace.”

Chapter Four
    Eric’s jaw tightened and he ducked around Christina to get a better look. The symbol mocked him, and he felt like smashing his fist through the glass.
    Why had he never remembered the necklace and that symbol before now? He may have told the police about it after the kidnapping, had probably even described it to them, but he must’ve erased it from his memory after that.
    Christina stiffened beside him and grabbed his arm. “Who put it there?”
    Turning, he scanned the parking lot, his gaze traveling across the lampposts. “There aren’t any cameras here, so we’re out of luck.”
    “It must be someone connected to Liz’s murder.” Her fingernails clawed at his flesh through his suit jacket.
    “Or maybe just someone connected to Liz.” He smacked the roof of the car. “We need to find out what that symbol means, and we’re going to start by going to Nora’s bookstore.”
    “Nora’s bookstore?” She snapped a couple of pictures of the symbol with her phone’s camera.
    “The Kindred Spirit. Think about it. Sounds like one of those fantasy, sci-fi places.” He leaned forward and scraped the edge of the white markings with his thumbnail. “White shoe polish.”
    “Do you want to head over there right now?”
    “It can wait. I need to get out of this suit. I’ll make sure the store is open later.” He pulled out his phone and slid into the car. He tapped in a search for the bookstore and checked the location and hours. “They’re open until midnight—the witching hour.”
    “Technically, midnight is not the witching hour. That would be 3:00 a.m., sort of the opposite of the time Christ was born at 3:00 p.m.”
    “And you would know.”
    “Did you just call me a witch?”
    He glanced at Christina’s profile. Her smile was bright but brittle. He’d have to tread lightly. Too much unfinished business and animosity lay between them. “Isn’t your half sister into some of this stuff?”
    She loosened her grip on the steering wheel. “Yep. She inherited some of my father’s particular gifts just like I did, and she ran with them.”
    “How close are you to her? Maybe she could help us with this sign.”
    “Not that close. I haven’t spoken to her in over a month, and I’m not comfortable discussing these things with her.”
    “Okay. Forget that.”
    She wheeled the car into the circular driveway of the hotel. “Do you want me to drop you off in the front?”
    “Just park. I can wheel my suitcase in.”
    She made the turn and slid a card into the slot for the parking arm, which creaked open. “Do you think I’m being followed?”
    “Someone knows you’re working this case and knows your car.”
    “Do you think that sign on the windshield is there to tell me something or threaten me?”
    “I don’t know, Christina. Either way, it’s a break.”
    “Either way, we need to inform Rich.”
    He hauled his suitcase from the trunk and piled Christina’s briefcase and his own bag on top