“He’s not picking up anything either. Was hoping you might be able to see the girl’s ghost.”
Shocked, Sorcha froze. “What?”
“Your father told me what you can do. It’s one of the reasons I hired you. We could use a medium on staff. The last one we had…didn’t work out.”
Sorcha could imagine the trouble a medium would have, given everything she’d seen in the office, alone. Never mind everything else that haunted Savannah.
What more was there that she didn’t know about this job?
“Was she Luke’s partner, too?”
The captain shook her head. “No. Chris’s. He had a hard time dealing with her. She really didn’t like Winslow.”
How could anyone not like Chris and his ghost?
Right now, she’d give anything to have them as her biggest problem, because all she wanted was something to calm her nerves from a sight she was sure she’d never unsee.
This one would haunt her as much as her sister’s.
Reyes handed her a can of ginger ale. “Believe it or not, that’ll help.”
“Thanks.” Sorcha took the offering and popped the lid. She wasn’t a big ginger ale fan. But right now, she’d welcome anything to settle her stomach and get the awful, bitter taste out of her mouth.
“Take your time. I’ll be at the crime scene when you’re ready.”
Even though it was the last thing she wanted to do, Sorcha took a deep drink, then followed after her captain. She really didn’t want to see what was left of that poor kid again.
Think about the student’s family and the pain it’d cause them. No one ever got over the death of someone so young.
She knew that better than anyone. I miss you, Siobhan. Sorcha felt the loss of her twin sister every single day. It was why she’d entered law enforcement. Losing someone you loved was hard. Having no answers about their death or watching their killer go free was worse.
It left a devouring fury deep inside the soul that never abated. One that hungered for justice.
Explanation.
No one knew anything about Siobhan’s death. No witnesses. Just a crime scene with gory photos she’d memorized in hopes of finding out something. Someday.
All she’d ever found was pain.
No answers.
Don’t think about it.
She couldn’t change the past. All she could do was get answers for others. Make sure they didn’t live with the guilt and mystery that she did.
Trying not to make the poor girl Siobhan’s substitute, she returned to the cemetery and headed for Luke who was talking to a tall, gorgeous blond man. There was something about him that seemed ethereal and raw. Dangerous and yet comforting.
Strange combination.
“Sorcha.” Luke inclined his head to her as she joined them. “This is Remi.”
“Hi.” She smiled at the stranger.
A frown darted across his face before he returned her smile. “Nice meeting you…wish it was under better circumstances.”
“Yeah.” She pulled the blue latex gloves from her purse and the shoe covers. Last thing they wanted was to taint evidence or track anything home. “Are you with Infernal Affairs?”
That widened his smile and showed her just how exquisitely handsome he was. “More like Eternal Affairs.”
