“Over there.”
Without another word, he headed for it.
After a couple of minutes, he returned to her side. “Not a hellhound.”
“What then?”
“Definitely a shifter. Just not one of ours.”
She was getting irritated by his short answers. “Why do you say that?”
“The scent of chocolate is all over the place. Can’t miss it. Precludes a real canine as they’d be lying in a bush somewhere, dead or sick. Plus, I can’t find a trail so whoever it was teleported out of here.”
The fact he knew that without her telling him was terrifying.
He was a vital asset to their group. Reyes had been wise to hire him.
Even if he was the devil’s own.
Strange how that wasn’t as scary to her anymore.
And before he could say anything else, Rory approached them with a determined stride. The fury in his dark eyes was tangible. He held his hand right under Luke’s nose. “This the right number of star points?”
Pulling Rory’s hand back, Luke glanced down at the pendant Rory held. “Still not mine.”
“That’s convenient.”
“The truth often is.”
Rory narrowed his gaze on Luke. “There’s something not right about you.”
“It’s the fleas. They make me itchy.”
Rolling his eyes, Rory clenched the pendant in his fist. “I still think you’re involved.”
“We’re even. I still think you’re a dickweed.”
Rory was so angry, she was surprised smoke wasn’t coming out of his nostrils. “I can’t believe this is how our date ends.”
I’ve had worse. Sorcha barely bit those words back. “Not the first time a murder has intruded on my personal life.”
Rory calmed down. “It appears the same MO. But it’s more similar to the first body. Killed elsewhere and dumped here.”
“In a cemetery,” she said under her breath.
While they talked, Luke wandered over to the body.
“What are we missing?” Rory asked her.
“Besides sleep? A viable perp.” Sorcha felt sick to her stomach. “I want this bastard before he hurts anyone else.”
“So do I.”
“Corvan!” One of the officers called him away.
As he headed off, Sorcha wandered over to where Luke stood by the body.
He held that adorable smirk as he looked at the name on the grave. “My name is Inigo Jones… You killed my father… Prepare to die.”
