Luke considered it. “Actually, you could in theory, but I’ve never known anyone to do that.”
“Me, neither.” Senechal scratched at his cheek. “A soul holds no intrinsic value to any Malum. Maybe a Witchbreed? They might have use of one for who knows what.”
“Well, this just sucks.” Luke growled low in his throat. “We’re back to square one.” He turned to Helly. “Guess we’re out of here, Imp.”
Helly wasn’t so quick to leave. Instead, she continued to glare at Senechal as if she was every bit as tall and not some tiny, little gnome who barely came to his knees.
The two of them reminded Sorcha of a Chihuahua staring down a Pit Bull—and causing the Pit to tremble. “Sure you don’t want me to make a point, dominus?”
“Please don’t, Imp. It’s too early in the morning to hide a body. Especially one that size.”
Senechal paled as Helly vanished.
Luke pulled his card from his pocket. “If you think of someone or you hear something, don’t hesitate to give us a call.”
“I will.”
Luke inclined his head. “Thanks for your time.”
And with that, he gestured toward the door for Sorcha to lead the way.
She went outside, but her thoughts were whirling. Honestly, she hated bum leads, especially when it involved a young victim. Why couldn’t they catch the killer right away like they did on TV?
Find a body and thirty to forty minutes later, arrest the killer and see them in prison for the rest of their lives.
Sadly, real life was nothing like that.
And what really bothered her were the cases like her sister’s that went on forever without any conclusion.
Which made her thoughts wander back to what she’d been discussing earlier with Luke. “Is your closure stat really one hundred percent?”
“Yes.”
She paused on the sidewalk to look at him. “That’s impossible. No one ever closes every single case.”
“Not for me, it’s not. I have special skills and I cheat.” He stepped past her and continued on to the car.
She wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse. Her own was ninety percent, which was exceptionally high.
One hundred…
She couldn’t imagine being that skilled.
Or lucky.
Sorcha rushed to catch up to him. Helly was again lying down on the seat as if she’d never popped into the house to threaten a mountainous man.
Luke gave Sorcha a peeved expression. “The only outstanding case is the matter of the asshole who caused me to be kicked out of Hell. That’s ongoing and annoying. So it’s more ninety-nine point nine, nine, nine, nine.”
She heard the anger in his voice. “Sorry. I know it stings to have something like that hanging over your head.”
“I know you do. You’re the only one around me who does and I promise you that we will find out what happened to your sister. And I’ll personally make sure they regret it.”
For some reason, those words touched her a lot more than they should. “Thank you.”
He inclined his head. “Send me all the files you have, and I’ll see what I can find.”
“I will.”
