Or were there werewolves or other such preternatural creatures roaming the streets of Savannah?
She desperately wanted to ask, but she wasn’t sure how much knowledge Kyle had about their agency and the last thing she wanted to do was make him even more paranoid by exposing the poor man to the truth.
Can you hear my thoughts? She glanced to Luke who gave her a subtle nod.
Dire Wolf?
He shook his head. “So other than military experimentation or Wolverine, what other thoughts do you have about the attack?”
“Oh, I didn’t think about Wolverine. I’ll add him to my other report.”
Sorcha scowled. “Other report?”
“The one he doesn’t let his superiors see. It holds all the speculations he’s not allowed to put in his real work.” Luke held the official file up to illustrate what he meant.
Kyle clicked his tongue. “Exactly and it doesn’t exist because if it did, it could be subpoenaed and that would be terrible. So I have no other other list.”
Yeah, she could imagine the horror. If he had to testify in court and someone knew he’d drawn paranoid, or off-kilter speculations, they could use it to discredit him.
Kyle locked gazes with her. “I’m not really a crackpot. I know my theories are out there, but sometimes even the craziest thing becomes reality. You’d be amazed at all the things that sound insane and aren’t.”
Like her seeing ghosts and Luke’s parentage, as well as the Hell imp standing at their side. “I get it. Don’t worry. I have some oddball theories myself that I wouldn’t want other people to know about. I won’t ever judge you.”
Kyle smiled. “Thank you.” Then he pulled another folder out from his stack. “These are your special notes I made.”
Luke took it. “Thanks. Anything else I should know?”
“I sent over some saliva and hair samples to the lab, along with one partial print. I haven’t heard back from Jedi, but I’ll let you know when I do.”
Luke closed the file and nodded. “I’ll give him a call and see if he’s run them.”
“Sounds good. If you need anything else, let me know.”
Luke handed her the second folder. “When are you releasing the body?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
Kyle inclined his head to Luke.
Sorcha didn’t say anything as she followed him out of the room, through the building, and back toward the car. “Should I ask about Jedi?”
“Probably not. He’s…different.”
Different was taking on a whole new meaning with this crew. And here she’d thought she was unusual. The one good thing about all her new colleagues was that they made her feel at home.
“Why Jedi? Does he like Star Wars?”
Luke snorted. “His name’s Jedidiah Cyprus and he thinks of himself as an alchemist.”
“Is he?”
“He’s definitely something.”
Not quite satisfied with that answer, Sorcha opened the door to the car. “So what do you make of Kyle’s findings? If it’s not a Dire Wolf, what else could be that size?”
“Hellhound or another shapeshifter.”
