Diamond was cleaning up some broken glass from a clumsy customer dropping a glass jar. Aziza was behind the counter after dealing with the same customer and Diamond could feel Aziza staring. 

“What’s on your mind?” Diamond asked as she swept the glass into the dustpan. “I can feel your eyes staring.”

“Bloody Week, how did you get away with it?” Aziza asked and Diamond poured a dustpan into the garbage.

“I didn’t get away with it,” Diamond said as she put the broom away. “I was sent up north to be under house arrest by the Olsen family.” 

“Olsen Family, who are they?” Aziza asked and Diamond pulled over another chair to sit behind the counter. “Sounds like a German family name.”

“The origin of the Olsen family is from Norway and they are my blood father’s family.” Diamond said as she started to fiddle with a pencil. “The thought was they were the best people to keep an eye on me and mellow my temper.” 

“Well they did a wonderful job,” Aziza said and Diamond looked at her deadpan expression. “O-Or not.”

“My uncle called me a ‘Cruelly-made Blade’.” Diamond said and Aziza flinched when Diamond snapped the pencil in her hand. “I broke his jaw and any Olsen that agreed with him, which was most of the males there.”

“I thought bears were s-solitary in nature?” Aziza stuttered and Diamond dropped the broken pencil. “Are normal werebears not the same way?” 

“Werebears are like elephants, males are solitary and females stay together,” Diamond said as she cleaned up the broken pencil. “The males were only there because it was a family gathering at the time.” 

“So what happened when the males left, most of them with broken bodies?” Aziza asked and Diamond leaned back in her seat now.

“Lots of discipline training…the mind is a sharp tool,” Diamond said. “Just make sure it does not turn inward.”

“Wh-” Aziza was interpreted by the door opening and she looked to see Chris walking into the store. “Hello, Quinn, what brings you to the store today?” 

“Few things, first thing, Diamond you finally got approval to carry and wear this.” Chris said as he put some type of harness on the counter. “The Chief personally filled it up for you.”

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for two years to get approval for this thing,” Diamond said as grabbed the harness.

“That’s red tape for you but having a magical pocket dimension on hand will be useful.” Chris said and Diamond started to put on the harness. “It has evidence bags, latex gloves, spare clothes, and beef jerky.” 

“Magical pocket dimension? Are you talking about a bag of holding?” Aziza asked as she poked one of the pouches.

“That would be the best example of what she is currently wearing.” Chris said and Diamond adjusted the straps a bit more. “It was made by one of the Moonlight coven mages.”

“That means it’s built right and won’t fall apart randomly.” Diamond said and pulled out some beef jerky. “Vampire magic items are so useful when built right.”

“Is there a difference between vampire magic items and therianthrope magic items?” Aziza asked.

“Actually, therianthrope magic and vampire magic are different due to the source of it.” Chris explained and Aziza’s eyes locked onto Chris. “Therianthrope draws magic from the earth and it’s far more protection base items.” 

“Like the necklace I’m wearing, it wards off curses,” Diamond said as she touched the necklace around her neck that had claw bone on it. “Also only druids can perform therianthrope magic and make magic items.”

“Of course this does not include clan power and ability to transform.” Chris added to Diamond words. “While vampire magic has more inner magic and their magic items are more tools.”

“For example, one vampire made a wand that makes it faster to cast a spell.” Diamond said. “Though it still takes time to cast and he didn’t have much time when an angry therianthrope barrelled down on him.” 

Aziza saw a quick devilish grin flash onto Diamond’s face when she said the last part. “Okay that’s got a story with a bloody ending attached to that and I don’t want to know.” Aziza said and she finally noticed the folder in Chris’ hand.

“Right, the other reason I’m here, a cold case.” Chris said and handed the folder to Diamond. Diamond raised a brow before taking the folder and opening. “I put Aziza’s dna in search and found this case.”

“What case ab-” Aziza was cut off when Diamond pulled out a photograph and handed it to her. Aziza took the photograph and saw what she thought was her but hair style was all wrong. “W-Who is she?”

“Cleo Samira, she was found dead in her apartment with a silver dagger in chest.” Diamond said and positioned herself to prevent Aziza from looking into the folder. “Found in the apartment as well was a male named Ajax Makris, he was shot in the head and chest.”

“The officer on the case put in that he was her mate and it was random gang violence.” Chris said and Diamond’s face looked very confused in hearing that and looking at something in the folder. “You noticed it, he has the mark of the ‘Ares’ Shield’.”

“Those guys don’t take mates, they live like monks and…” Diamond trailed off as moved pictures in the folder. She looked closer at something and Aziza felt lost.

“The ‘Ares’ Shield’ is an order of men from Greece, and they help women and children from abusive households.” Chris said. “They dress like bikers and as Diamond said they live like monks by not taking a mate.”

“Who is the officer and cleaner in this case?” Diamond snarled as she pulled out a picture of the room that tossed. “Look closely at the corner of the wall.” 

“James Gold was the officer, he died a year after this case, and there was no cleaner.” Chris said and leaned into the picture. He squinted at the picture and Aziza looked at the picture too. “There is some kind of magic rune painted there.”

“Scent eraser rune, freshly painted, you can see a fine tip paint brush under it.” Diamond said and pointed out the paint brush under the rune. “Now we know you weren’t abandoned, Aziza.”

Aziza froze up at those words and her hand tightened on the picture she was holding. Her mind was rushing with questions but none of them could come out her mouth. Aziza jumped when she felt Chris put a hand on her shoulder and seeing the worry on his face made Aziza’s body relax a bit. “What do you mean, Diamond?” Aziza finally asked.

“Their deaths happen the same day as you were found at the police station,” Diamond said as she closed the folder. “James was soaking wet from the rain that day and his body was found close to the door. Cleo was closest to the rune and paintbrush.”

“Also found on the knife that stabbed your mother was another person's blood, it had a familiar match to you.” Chris said and Aziza felt her blood turn cold. Diamond put the folder on the counter and kept one hand on it.

“With this evidence it shows, James had dropped you off at police station while Cleo was erasing your scent from the apartment, and when James returned to the apartment he was taken out first as he was a threat,” Diamond explained as she tapped a finger on the folder. “The killer is your birth father and being werejackal will kill their mate, she would want to hide you from him.”

“W-Wait how do you know he was the werejackal and not something else?” Aziza asked as she looked at the picture of Cleo.

“In her file was listed as a striped hyena,” Chris said and gently grabbed the folder under Diamond’s hand. “Since you're a jackal, means one of your parents being a jackal too.” 

Aziza’s mind was swirling and trying to find the words to ask, her thoughts were broken when the door opened up, “Hello, Az!” Layla’s voice rang out and Aziza’s head snapped to Layla.

Aziza moved to leap over the counter and Chris quickly moved out of the way of Aziza. She rushed to Layla into a hug tackle that Layla easily stayed on her feet as Aziza buried her head into Layla’s head. Layla looked at everyone confused before returning the hug and rubbing Aziza’s back.

“I think I’ll give these two a ride back home.” Ophelia said, who entered the store behind Layla. “I can trust you closing up, Diamond?”

Diamond gave thumbs up, “And I’ll give her a ride back,” Chris chimed in and Ophelia nodded. 

After Aziza got her things from the back room, Layla, Aziza, and Ophelia left the store. Diamond tapped the counter and Chris adjusted his tie a bit before speaking up, “Did Ophelia or Belle inform you about their theory that our mad scientist is a hire by someone else?”

“Yes, she told me this morning over the phone,” Diamond said as she stood up to start closing down the store. “We won’t know for sure until the letter and notebook is decoded.”

“So are we going to tell Aziza more about her father possibly being Kek?” Chris asked which caused Diamond to pause in collecting the cash from the cash drawer. “Because that same blood is found in other crime scenes connected to Kek.”

“No, she doesn’t need to know, for now.” Diamond said as slammed the cash drawer close.