Title: No Rest For The Wiccans

Rating: M

Summary: When teens that practice Wicca are found dead it is up to Tony and Carol to figure out what the killers sick motives are. Of course they get a little help from Rowan Gant. Wire in the blood, Rowan Gant Investigations Crossover.

Disclaimer: I don't own Carol, Tony, or any of the authors blood and gore. I don't even own M.R Sellars characters. I just like to take them out and play with them.

Chapter 3

Carol spent the time between seeing Tony again and Paula bring in Gant to find out more about Sally. She decided to pay the University a visit; luckily it wasn't the same University that Tony worked at. She started asking around, finding out who Sally was friends with. Finally one of them was willing to speak.

"Name?" Carol asked.

"Jenny McMullen's," the girl answered.

"Were you friends with Sally Slaw?" Carol asked.

"Yes, she was a nice girl," Jenny told her. "Really down to earth and most everyone liked her."

"So she was popular," Carol commented.

"Sure, but she didn't act like she was better then everyone else," Jenny said. "I mean, you couldn't help but like Sally. She had this sort of ability to draw people to her and I'm sure that there will be plenty of mourners at her funeral and a lot of people wanting all the money she had won."

Carol wrote this down.

"How much pounds did she have?"

"A lot," Jenny answered. "She won some game and that was seventeen million pounds. She put it all in a safe deposit and then wrote up a will. She wanted to make sure that her money wasn't squandered on stupid things when she died. Of course when she won a lot of people wondered why she just didn't quiet school but she wanted to prove that the money hadn't changed her."

"And did it?" Carol asked.

"Of course not," Jenny answered. "She returned to school and worked just as hard as before, even kept her old job. She got her boss a dozen of roses on her birthday and a card that had fifty pounds. She even gave a trip to Greece to her boss, just because her and her husband couldn't afford such a trip. That is how nice Sally was and a lot of people are really going to miss her."

Tears welled up and Jenny wiped them away.

"Where did she work at and did she have any enemies that were connected to her winnings?" Carol asked.

"She worked at the Celtic Voice, that's a New Age shop in town and no, I don't think so," Jenny answered. "Of course her dad was getting suspicious of what she was doing for hours on end. She told me and I told her one time that she was an adult, she can make her own choices."

"Was Sally a practicing witch?" Carol asked.

"Sure, she even had her own coven," Jenny answered. "I'm apart of it and I'll lead now that she's gone."

The tears well up again and Carol offered her a napkin.

"Thanks," Jenny said and blew her nose. "I'm just really upset by all this. I mean, Sally might have been a witch but she had a good heart. Wherever she's at right now I know that she's okay. At least were she's at she's with the All, the one."

"The All."

"It's what we call the one that creates us," Jenny said. "The God and Goddess, the All. I'm sure that you believe in God in some form."

"I believe in Jesus Christ," Carol said.

"Same thing," Jenny said, and blew her nose.

"I talked with the mother and she mentioned that Sally was a homosexual witch. Did she date any women?"

Jenny hissed at that question which shocked Carol.

"That evil woman," Jenny snapped. "Sally isn't even buried and she's already telling you lies! Sally wasn't a homosexual, she had a boyfriend and she was going to marry him this October."

"Is he a-."

"Witch, yes," Jenny answered. "Goddess, what is he going to do when he finds out that Sally is dead?"

"We could tell him for you," Carol told her.

Jenny sighed and wiped at her eyes.

"That would be for the best," Jenny told her. "You guys seem to have a way of telling people this sort of stuff. So are you going to try and catch who did this?"

Carol closed her notes.

"That's what our goal is," Carol said. "So now that you're running this group do you have a list of members?"

Jenny gave her a look.

"I just need to talk with them," Carol said. "I need to know if they noticed anything that you might have not noticed. It would really help in finding out who might have had a motive in killing her."

Jenny opened her pack and pulled out a piece of parchment.

"This is the list," Jenny told her. "I hope that I was helpful."

Carol pocketed the list.

"You've been a great help and I'm sorry for your loss."

And she left.

When she got back to the station she gave the list to Paula, who looked it over.

"What's this?" Paula asked.

"The list of ever coven member," Carol answered. "I want you to get their address and then we can go and talk to them one by one."

"Do you think they'll want to talk?" Paula asked.

"If they don't want us to suspect that they killed her," Carol told her. "Just get their information and we can start back out again."

Paula nodded and started looking up.

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Rowan fell asleep during the long trip. During his sleep he could feel the killer's anger welling up again. He was ready to murder again but Rowan had no idea when he would strike again. Suddenly someone shook him awake and he almost bolted out of his seat.

"Dear, we need to get off," Felicity said.

"W-Why?" Rowan asked.

"Because the plane needs to refuel and we have to take another plane to England," Felicity answered.

Rowan got out of his seat and took his carryon bag.

"So how long are we going to be here?" Rowan asked, starting to feel jetlag coming on.

"Only a few hours," Felicity answered. "Anyway, while we're waiting why don't you get a hold of Ben. At least he'll know that we didn't crash or was taken over by terrorists."

When they reached the terminal Rowan called Ben up. Ben answered on the third ring, his voice alert.

"So where are you?" Ben asked. "And is Firehair with you?"

"Felicity is here and we're in Ireland," Rowan answered.

"Tell Ben I said hello," Felicity mouthed.

"Oh Felicity says hello," Rowan said.

"Tell Firehair that I said hello too," Ben said.

He turned to her.

"Ben says hello," Rowan said.

"I heard him," Felicity said, smiling.

He turned back to the phone.

"Ben, I was sleeping and I felt the killer's anger," Rowan said. "He's planning on killing again."

"What the-."

"I know," Rowan said, cutting him off. "When I get to England I'm going to try and keep the weirdness down, I don't know how comfortable they are with a witch among them but-."

"Two," Felicity corrected.

"Two," Rowan corrected.

"Shoot, your not seriously going to let Felicity in on this," Ben said.

"I hope not but you know how she can be," Rowan joked.

"Is Ben opening his mouth and inserting his foot?" Felicity asked, her temper starting to show.

"No, dear-."

"Give me that phone," Felicity snapped and grabbed it. "For your information, Ben Storm, I have the same abilities as my husband. So if you think that I'm just going to let my husband get involved in something and I'm not there you've got another thing coming."

And then she started to talk in Gaelic, the same language she used on her husband when he got her mad.

"Good, I'm glad we have an understanding."

And she handed the phone back to her husband.

"See why I call her Firehair," Ben joked. "She just told me off, I think."

Rowan laughed.

"I think they'll encounter that when we get there," Rowan told her. "Look, I need to get going. My stomach is calling out to me."

"Okay, good luck," Ben said and Rowan hung up.

"He knows not to mess with you," Rowan joked.

"He sure does," Felicity said and smiling they both went to get something to eat.

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Carol and Paula arrived at the home of Tom Diggings, a boy whose parents had come over from the states. He was a year above the victim and Carol wondered if he had a part to play in the death of Sally Slaw. When the door opened a very angry father greeted them. Both Carol and Paula introduced themselves and he let them in.

"So you want to talk to my son," he said.

"Yes, we would," Carol answered.

"Fine, he's up in his room, grounded," the father snapped.

Both Carol and Paula had a funny feeling that Sally's death had long reaching consequences for everyone.

Tom Diggings was looking as though his world had been torn apart. His face was red from crying and things were smashed. Carol had to be careful that she didn't accidentally cut herself. Paula noticed a black candle in the wastebasket, the end of it burned black.

"Can we have a few minutes of your time?" Carol asked.

"Take a seat," Tom said. "At least it will be better then having to do nothing."

"What happened here?" Paula asked.

"Dad found out that I was friends with Sally Slaw and that led him into finding out that I'm a practicing witch. He destroyed everything and has vowed that I won't be practicing anytime soon…like never."

"And the black candle?"

"Morning," Tom answered. "I've been burning it ever since her death was reported in the papers. Do you guys have any idea who killed her?"

"We're trying to figure it out," Carol answered. "So how long have you've known her?"

"Only a year," Tom answered. "My dad took her to turn in her winning ticket and she really helped me out when I decided to stop coming to school. She told me that education was important because the knowledge that I get will empower me and enable me to help others. So I returned."

"And what are you going into?"

"Medicine," Tom answered. "I want to be a pathologist. I like the idea of being able to help the police find the killer and this killing of Sally is going to drive me to work harder."

"I'm sure it will," Paula said. "Do you know anyone that might have wanted her dead?"

"No," Tom answered. "Everyone liked her and she didn't act like she was better then everyone else just because she had a ton of money. Of course her parents will soon find out how much money she had, I see them trying to take it. Of course my father made sure that no one touched it until after the reading of her Will."

"And what does your father do for a living?"

"Well he's what the states call an Attorney. I don't know what they call it here."

"Solicitor," Paula answered. "So he helped Sally draft up her Final Will in Testament?"

Tom nodded.

"Do you know what's in her Will?" Carol asked.

"No, left them alone with that kind of business," Tom said. "And personally I don't care if I get a dime, more people deserve that money then I do."

"And where you two nights ago, between eight at night and six the next morning?"

"Well I spent time at the University Library until it closed, that was nine and then I headed home. My mother was home and she'll tell you that I got back at nine-thirty."

Carol closed her notes.

"Thanks," she said, getting up and shaking his hand.

"No problem," Tom said. "I hope that you find him, or her."

"Trust us, we will."

When they left Tom's room Carol questioned the mother. She told her exactly what time Tom got home, which was the same time that he said that he had gotten home. When it was time to talk to the father he was all business when Carol mentioned the Will.

"I'm not allowed to open it until after the funeral," he told her. "Heck, I'm not even allowed to tell the parents if she left anything."

"And when will the reading be?"

"As soon as the body is released and buried," Tom's father answered. "Look, what do you think really happened to this little witch?"

Carol frowned at the tone of his question.

"She was murdered and that's all you need to know," Carol answered, her tone cold. "Oh and clean up that mess you made in your son's room."

And both her and Paula left.

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