The District. Carol Ericson

Libby. “What does this mean?”

      Libby’s faded blue eyes flickered. “Where did you see that?”

      “Can’t tell you that, Libby.” He waved the paper under her nose. “What does it mean?”

      She snatched it from his hand and pressed it against her chest, right above her heart. “It’s the symbol of a coven, Agent Brody.”

      He folded his arms. “A coven? You mean like a coven of witches?”

      “There’s a war going on, Agent Brody, a war against this coven.”

      Then she dropped the paper and her hand shot out, and she grabbed Christina’s wrist, pulling her closer. “And that includes you, Agent Sandoval.”