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.
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To WritersApperentice: Thanks for your review and at least you don't want me to kill off any of the main Characters. Long story if you want to know.
To mrmistoffelees: Thanks for your lovely review.
To sjrodgers108: Thanks for reading this story. I hope that you like the future chapters that will be showing up.
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Chapter 11: Fire
"What I want to know is why kill the woman?" Carol asked, "She wasn't a witch."
"True, but his victim got away and this was a easy target," Tony told her.
They were both at the crime scene and had just looked at the body that the caretaker had found
"So he will strike again," Carol said, hating hearing the words coming out of her mouth.
Tony nodded gravely and Carol felt like cursing. Why was this happening here?
"So how are things going with Rowan?" Tony asked.
"He helped a lot but I'm still not use to having to do something in order to even pass under that tape."
"Well personally I don't think he's a witch," Tony told her, "He's just someone that thinks that he's a witch."
Carol could tell that he was jealous and she wondered where that had come from. She turned to him.
"Is there something that you would like to tell me?" she asked.
Tony looked at her.
"What are you talking about?" Tony asked in a tone that told her that he was jealous and that she was supposed to ignore it.
That wasn't going to work with her.
"Are you jealous of Gant?" Carol asked.
Tony looked at her a little surprised. Of course he quickly gave her a clueless look.
"I have no idea what you're talking about?" Tony said.
Carol raised an eyebrow at him.
"Whatever you say, Tony," Carol mocked just as Paula and Kevin appeared.
"The victim's name was Brenda McDill, she was a computer software developer for one of the firms that moved to London about a year ago," Kevin reported.
"Did she go to church?" Tony asked.
"We're going to look into it," Kevin answered.
"So what did Brenda McDill do to earn this kind of death?" Carol asked, "But most of all what was she doing in a cemetery in the middle of the night?"
"The killer, we know, is upset that his victim got away," Tony said, "In that stage of mind anything that she did might be considered a act of witchcraft."
"Or he could just be mad and decided to kill the first person that he saw," Kevin added.
Tony looked back at where she was.
Maybe or maybe not," Tony muttered, "Well I'm going to get going. I've got a lecture in a few hours."
He then left them alone.
"I wonder what Tony's problem is?" Paula asked.
"I don't know," Carol said, "But I'm determined to find out."
Her tone told them that she intended on doing just that.
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"So what do you think about that?" Rowan asked his wife.
They had just finished watching the report about the woman that was found dead. They wouldn't release who she was and Rowan understood that. They were hoping for clues and Rowan was determined to give them some.
"Do you think it's the same person, Row?" Felicity asked.
Rowan nodded and he saw her shake.
"Are you alright," he asked, wrapping his arms around her.
"I just hate all this death," she stated.
"I know, so do I?" Rowan said, "So do I."
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The killer watched the woman lock up the store for the night. It had been a full night since he had killed that woman and his fingers were itching to do more damage. He knew that he had to cool off before the police found him but while he cooled off from killing there was so much damage he could do and the police would never find out that they were connected.
Police were idiots. They liked to pretend that they knew things but they didn't.
He got out and went around the back of his car. Unlocking the door he took out the cans of petrol that he had bought and then preceded to the store. He started in the back and went around to the front. Once the last inch had been doused he lit his match and threw it. The store caught on fire at once and the man ran from it, as though the hounds of hell were on his tail.
He didn't even care that at the top floor a couple died, a couple whose only crime was that they were living above a New Age shop.
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A/N: I will update on Wednesday, so keep those reviews coming.