“You’re welcome.” He started Delilah and backed out of the parking lot.
As they headed for the office, Sorcha kept running everything through her mind. “What are the odds that there’s a Dire running loose in Peachtree City, and another canine shifter in Savannah?”
“Slim. Or not. It really could be a coincidence. I have no idea what the Dire is doing, but at least no one died in Peachtree City.”
“And if it’s not a coincidence?”
Luke considered it. “I need to get my hands on the hair the ME found.” He glanced in the rearview mirror. “Helly?”
“On it, boss.” She laid down in the backseat, then vanished.
Sorcha gaped. “Uh…what if she gets caught?”
“She won’t.”
“But isn’t this tampering with evidence?”
“Useless evidence for the humans. They can’t identify it and never will. Besides, she’ll return it to them as soon as we’re done. They’ll never know it’s gone.”
Sorcha didn’t know what part of that was the most disturbing. The fact that he thought nothing of breaking their rules or that they could take whatever they wanted without fear of being caught. “Done this a lot, have you?”
“Few times.”
My ulcer just had a baby…
And that baby was hungry. As they stopped at a light, Sorcha saw a Chick-Fil-A half a block away. “Can we stop for food?”
“Sure. Just tell me where.”
She pointed to the restaurant. “Chick-Fil-A.”
He started laughing, until he realized she was serious. “Are you shitting me?”
“No. I love their food.”
Screwing his face up, he winced. “I’ll stop in the lot next to it and you can walk over.”
What in the world was wrong with him?
It was the strangest thing to say. “Why?”
He jerked his chin toward the restaurant. “That is true holy ground. I’m not stepping one foot on that property. I can’t.”
Now she laughed. Until she realized he was equally as serious. “For real?”
“Yes,” he said in unison with Delilah as he started forward.
And then he did just what he’d told her he would do. He pulled into the lot next to it.
Bemused, she stared at him. “Okay…are you really telling me you would burst into flames if you ate there?”
“I wish. That would at least warm me up for a bit.”
“Explain this. How can you listen to Christian rock and not be able to step foot on Chick-Fil-A property?”
“The music is holy and I can even sing along to it. But there are rules about where I can and can’t go, and I’ll leave it at that.”
Sorcha’s breath caught as she realized that she’d just found his Achilles’ heel. Something he couldn’t do…
