“That doesn’t sound like our perp.”
“Unless the girl was dying from her attack, and a Raven Mocker saw her and decided to consume something handy. We really need the coroner’s report, but Conspiracy’s still working on the body.”
What? Was he talking in code again? “Conspiracy?”
“Kyle Craley. He’s the ME.”
Sadly, Sorcha knew if she kept this job, she’d meet that ME and become well acquainted with him soon enough. “Why do you call him Conspiracy?”
There was that evil grin again. “You’ll find out soon enough. Bernadette prefers to call him Creepy Craley.”
“Again, why?”
“You’ll find out.”
And the way he said that made her stomach shrivel. There was something up with the coroner.
Lovely…
Deciding it could wait, she moved on with her questioning. “What about cameras? Any on the street or on houses?”
“Oh yeah, and they showed nothing. No one following her from her dorm. No one fleeing the cemetery afterward…another reason why I know it’s an IA case and not one for the regular LEOs.”
“I’m impressed. You really are an investigator.” And he’d done a lot of work on this after they parted last night. “Where in Hell did you learn your skills?”
Luke seemed to approve of her punnage even though he didn’t comment on it. “Reyes is a great teacher. Bernadette, too. And they have these amazing things called books…you won’t believe all the kinds of information in them. Procedural manuals, too. Online government sites. Learn tons of stuff when you use them.”
She scoffed at the sarcasm. “I would say we need to have you do school appearances, but that very thought terrifies me.”
“Why? I like kids.”
“As a rule, or for dinner?”
Luke laughed. “As a rule. Imp says I function on the same mental level. So we tend to get along.”
She completely disagreed. There was nothing childish about him. Not even child-like really. He was all man.
Or demon.
Luke pulled his keys out of his pocket. “Time to fire up Delilah and piss her off.”
“Pardon?”
“My car. She hates when I wake her before noon.” He checked his watch. “Nine is guaranteed to cause a galactic hissy fit and make me happy about it.”
“Your car has feelings?”
“You’ve no idea.” Chuckling, he headed outside, then waited for Sorcha as she went to the door of her office to lock it. He stopped. “Check it before you go.”
Curious as to why he said that, Sorcha opened the door and gasped. Then she gaped. Her walls were now a beautiful dark gray accented by white and peach. There was a gorgeous shabby chic chandelier made of metal peach tulips that hung over a contemporary white desk with brass accents. Her desk chair was a chic white leather that looked unbelievably comfortable. There were fresh cut flowers on her filing cabinets that were now made of white wood. And on the far left wall hung the smart board she’d always wanted.
“It’s the best! Thank you!”
“Anything you want changed?” he asked.
She shook her head and before she could think about what she was doing, she hugged him.
Luke was stunned by her actions. Only the damned he’d spared from their torment had ever shown him any kind of gratitude. And that had always been sexual in nature.
