She looked at Helly. “Pardon?”
“Hellhound,” Helly repeated. “Right, boss?”
Luke looked a little green as he got into the car. “Yeah.”
Sorcha was confused by how reserved he sounded. “Why does that upset you?”
“Because the only hellhound I know around here is me.”
Oh. That would make things a bit sticky. “Maybe one came out to guard you in addition to Helly?”
Luke cleared his throat. “Not possible. I would know if one was anywhere nearby.”
“How? Spidey-sense?”
He gave her a sharp stare but said nothing more as he pulled his hair up for the drive.
There was a sudden tension in the air between them that she didn’t understand. She’d never felt awkward with him before, but she did now. Kyle’s findings really bothered him. She glanced back toward Helly who also appeared a bit shaken.
Luke started the engine at the same time his phone rang. “Teivel.” He put the caller on speaker.
“Hey, Luke, it’s Jedi. Where are you?”
“Just leaving the ME. I was about to call you. Did you run the evidence for the college student?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“We have nothing to match the saliva to or the fur. It’s not any known species. Really weird, right?”
Luke winced. “Yeah. What about the print?”
“That’s where the train goes off the tracks. I mean, I know it’s a partial and all, but there’s only one match we can find.”
Before he could say anything more, three police cars pulled into the parking lot and surrounded them.
Sorcha froze as she finally understood what Jedi was hinting at.
“The partial’s yours, Luke. There’s no denying it.”
Chapter
Nine
The car revved as if it was about to take off. Luke put his hand on the dashboard. “Calm down, Delilah. Don’t even think about running through them.”
Helly hissed, exposing a set of fangs as those curled horns appeared on her head again.
“Stand down,” Luke said as he slowly held his hands up. “Don’t do anything, any of you.”
“What do you want me to do?” Sorcha asked.
“Call Reyes. Then follow me to jail with Delilah.”
“Lucian Teivel,” a man said over a speaker. “Get out of the car, slowly. Kneel down on the pavement with your hands locked behind your head and your ankles crossed. Now!”
Stunned, Sorcha watched as he calmly complied. The police swarmed him while he didn’t fight them at all.
