“Ah! And there she is.” Luke gestured toward Helly. “Imp? Tell them where I was night before last.”
“Streaming The Devil’s Advocate with me. Why?”
Luke slapped the captain’s arm so hard that the man actually staggered sideways. “Told you.”
Rubbing his arm, the captain nodded. “Fine. But I still want to know how your print got on that student.”
“That makes two of us.” Luke moved to stand next to Elana who continued to look like she was ready to collect badges and kick asses.
“Is my detective cleared?” Elana asked in a tone that let everyone know how displeased she was.
The police captain had the good sense to blush. “Sorry. We just had to talk to him. He’s the only lead we had, and this case is under scrutiny.”
“Understood, but from what I was told by the ME’s office, your suspect should be Cujo not my detective.”
Sorcha pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. The police captain wasn’t nearly as amused.
Luke cleared his throat. “It’s okay, Captain. No harm. No foul. They were actually polite. Just doing their jobs, which I respect.”
“Glad you understand.” The police captain extended his hand to Luke who shook it.
Then Luke turned to Sorcha and widened his eyes to let her know that he knew something he was dying to impart to her. “Shall we, Captain?” he asked Reyes who looked at him suspiciously.
“Sure.” But before she left, she had one last thing to say to the police captain. “I hope the next time you want a chat with one of my people, you’ll give me a courtesy call.”
“I will.”
“Thank you,” she said coldly, before following them out of the station.
Luke didn’t stop or speak until they were beside Elana’s gray Toyota. He glanced to his car, then lowered his voice. “Someone’s setting me up.”
Sorcha felt her jaw go slack. “What?”
He nodded slowly. “No idea why or who, but this isn’t going to stop.”
“How do you know that?” Elana asked.
He gave her a dry stare. “Canine shapeshifter? My fingerprint? That didn’t happen by accident, and you know why.”
Sorcha wanted to believe him, but there was one thing that bugged her. “How could they get your fingerprint if you didn’t have contact with the student?”
Luke arched a brow at her question. “Simple. They couldn’t get my fingerprint if they wanted to. Period. It’s not mine.”
There was a peculiar sensation in the air.
One that chilled her to the bone as an extremely preposterous idea went through her head. But it would make sense. “You don’t have fingerprints, do you?”
He held his hand up so that she could see the tips of his fingers were completely smooth, without a single ridge. “I do not. In Hell, they burn off.”
“Then how did they plant evidence?” Sorcha was so confused.
He gave her a bland stare. “Someone used the fake files we made when I had to be printed for the job.”
Imp laughed. “Did they try to take them again in the police station?”
“Thankfully, no. Since I had an alibi…thank you, Imp. They didn’t process me. At the moment, I’m cleared.”
Elana narrowed her gaze on him. “Really cleared or Luke cleared?”
