Chapter Sixty-FIve

The Siren Sisters

Moira

‘Fuck you, whore.’ I stop mid step and take a deep breath to calm myself. The half-naked women walk past me but shoot nervous glances at me as they go. The beat of the music vibrates in the air and the tiny little hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I told Odessa and Athena that I could handle this one alone and I will. I just don’t know if I can handle it without my song. We normally come to question potential leads close to closing time when it is quite and the worker and patrons have all but left. This lead is hot and we can’t afford to waste anymore time. If we don’t get hold of Nerissa, and soon, then there will be a price to pay. One that me and my sisters will not accept easily.

‘Who are you calling a whore?’ I turn on the spot and face the unremarkable man behind the counter top of the bar. I take each step slowly and the song on my lips is enough to make him wince in pain. He isn’t sure why he is suddenly finding it hard to breath