She wished, but instead, she explained.
“His middle name is legitimately Lucifer. I know. Hard to believe, but his parents either hated him, or themselves. I have no clue which,” she said, moving toward the shelves. “I had to make him prove it with a birth certificate and three forms of ID. The things I have to do to work are ridiculous.”
No one said anything else.
Why?
The focus was now the room, and the contents in it.
Oh, they definitely had a cuckoo.
Now that they were inside, she could see no one had exaggerated with the little setup there.
Yeah, they definitely had a collector—of sorts.
“Tony!” she called, and the man peeked his head in from outside the window on the ledge.
“Yes?”
She turned.
“Get your ass in here, nut. If you fall off the ledge, Jaxon willKILL ME. Or her brother will for making his baby sister sad—one of the two. You’re crazy enough that you’re going to parkour yourself to kingdom come.”
He hopped in the window and the room.
“I was taking pictures from the outside. You know, to see how the killer got into the room.”
She shook her head.
“Well, either they had a key to the padlock, or they used the window. There are only two ways in, so I don’t need pictures to tell me that.”
He just laughed.
Both Tora and Mac said nothing, instead, watching how the Feds handled the room.
“Corbin, what do you see?” she asked, as the man moved to stand beside her. “Other than eyeballs.”
Only, he didn’t get to say anything.
Her phone rang.
“Oh, hell’s bells. Hold that thought,” she muttered, and then saw the name on it.
Oh, boy.
Someone was going to be angsty.
Who?
Her son.
Why?
She left him at the house.
“Hey, Koda.”
He didn’t even pretend to be amused.
