Isra nodded. “It’d be easier to sniff out how many people were in this car first.” She petted the pigeon fae, who gently pecked at her clawed glove in return. It was not outlandish for people to wear accessories which matched their aspects, but Isra was a therian- inside she was more bat than human, and her leathery, wing-shaped cape which fell across her back was bolder than most. The gloves it was attached to completed the effect. “Alright Apricot, babe, do your thing.”

Apricot stretched her wings and flew to each marker. When she reached the trunk, she circled it before landing and hopping in. Yuli trotted over and they chattered amongst themselves.

“There were two,” Apricot cooed. “One was inside.” Her pitch and timbre changed with every word, a choir of stolen voices.

“The cat,” Yuli remarked at the all-too-familiar scent.

“Bluebell did mention something Phoebe said, about Connell smuggling the monster on board. The other person was probably him,” Julia said. She walked up to the trunk and examined it. “He didn’t do a good enough job though, look,” she pointed at the broken locks.