“Does it matter?” he asked.
“I just need to know if they’ll show up at the office later to arrest you again.”
“Nah. It should last until we find the killer. At least, I hope.”
Sorcha wasn’t so quick to be relieved. “Are our personnel files digitized?”
Elana cursed under her breath as she caught on to what Sorcha was thinking. “They’re not. I don’t want any information about my department online to be hacked and disseminated.”
“Then someone was in our offices.” A tic started in Luke’s jaw.
“Are you sure it wasn’t one of our own?” Sorcha asked.
Elana shook her head. “I vet my people too thoroughly. No one would do this to Luke.”
“She’s right. Everyone at IA knows I’m the son of the devil. They’d be too afraid to screw me over like this and risk my finding out they did it. Especially given the fact that I don’t react well to betrayal. It tends to bring out my father in me.”
She could only imagine that horror.
“Okay,” Sorcha said. “So it’s an outsider. What else did they take?”
Elana sighed. “I’ll let Bernadette know. Right now, I have a meeting at school with my wife about our son peeing on a bush during recess. I don’t dare miss another parent-teacher conference or she’ll have my head. You two…be careful.”
Sorcha sucked her breath in sharply. “Good luck with that.”
“Tell me about it. I’m the one who told him a tree was a perfectly good substitution for the bathroom. I’m sure my wife will never let me live this one down.”
Laughing at Elana’s dire tone, Sorcha watched the captain get in her car and drive off.
Once they were alone, a new thought occurred to her. “You wanted them to arrest you, didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t fight them.”
Luke scoffed. “I seldom fight humans. Not worth the busted knuckles…or the headache. But yeah. I was hoping to pick a few details out of the detective while I was here.”
“So, did you learn anything?”
“No. I’m stumped. This feels like a total ‘Fuck you, Ken’ situation.”
Sorcha scowled at those unexpected words. “A what?”
Helly let out an evil laugh. “Something we say in Hell when we really want to fuck someone up.”
“Yeah. It means you’re being royally screwed with for no purpose whatsoever, and the asshole messing with your life has no reason to. They won’t profit from it. They’re simply enjoying the torment… ’Cause. Fuck. You. Ken.” He spat out each word as if it were its own insult.
And given the growl in his voice, she could only imagine what he’d do to whoever was dumb enough to mess with him.
He let out a heavy sigh, then spoke to his car. “Thanks for not harming Sorcha, D.”
“You were in a bad enough mood. I wasn’t about to make it worse. While you like this car, in one of your moods, I have no doubt you’d torch me in it. ’Cause fuck you, Delilah.”
He actually patted his door affectionately before he got in. “Not today. You bought yourself some good will where I’m concerned.”
Sorcha opened her door and let Helly in first. The imp flounced to the backseat. Picking up her ball cap, Sorcha closed the door. “I think I need to get an IA cap for our convertible days.”
Before she could put it on, it changed in her hands from the UGA red cap to a black hat bearing the IA shield—a five-pointed white star inside a gold circle that held the words Infernal Affairs. The center of the star bore the official Georgia seal.
More powers he’d never explain.
“Thank you.”
