As she pulled the UGA ball cap on, she considered everything she’d learned. “So, no witches were involved…”
Luke tied his hair up. “Not if the Malum didn’t do it. Witchbreeds wouldn’t dare take a soul. They have other malicious things they do.”
“Gotcha.” Sorcha sighed.
As Luke got into the car, his phone rang. “Teivel, here.”
He listened for a few minutes before he nodded. “Thanks. We’ll be there shortly.”
She arched a brow at his serious tone. “Where to now?”
“Morgue. Conspiracy has something for us.”
“He couldn’t tell us over the phone?”
Luke started the engine. “Said he wanted us to see it. Apparently, the police looked at it and shrugged. But he thinks it’ll interest us.”
Sorcha pulled her tablet out and jotted down notes about their encounter with Villan.
Helly leaned over the seat to watch her.
Cringing at the sensation of hot breath on her neck, Sorcha scowled at the imp. “You should be wearing a seatbelt, you know.”
“There aren’t any.”
That stunned her. “What?”
Luke slid her an amused gaze. “1957. They didn’t have seatbelts in most cars back then.”
She looked down at the one over her lap with a bemused frown.
“Those are aftermarket installs. There’s not one for Helly in the backseat.”
“What if we get pulled over?” Sorcha asked.
“Luke will handle it like he always does.” Helly flashed her fangs at Sorcha. “So what are you writing?”
“Just making notes about what I’ve learned and what Mr. Villan had to say.”
Helly leaned closer so that she could read them. “You always do that?”
“I do. Doesn’t Luke take down his own notes?”
They both looked at him.
“I make a few on the board, from time to time, but most of it I keep in my head.”
That surprised her. “Aren’t you afraid of forgetting something important?”
He snorted. “I wish. Sadly, details stick with me, even when I want to forget them. Like the smell of that cheap ass cologne Villan was wearing.”
“Understood.” She had a lot of things she’d like to forget, too. Including the stench of Villan’s cheap ass cologne.
By the time Sorcha finished making her notes, they were pulling into the Medical Examiner’s parking lot.
She looked up and frowned. It was down an inconspicuous street, nestled near a credit union and salon. “This is the morgue?”
“What did you expect? Neon flashing lights that say Dead Bodies Kept Here?”
