“Well, your partner keeps demons in his. Real live ones.”
Sorcha stood there in complete stupefaction. Of course, Luke kept demons in a closet. Why not? She would laugh at the thought except for the fact that the bickering…demons were still fighting.
“Don’t touch me!”
“I didn’t touch you.”
“Not you, Envee. Stop touching me, Dohlar.”
“You wish I was touching you. Stop breathing on me. You stink!”
“Then move away.”
“I don’t have anywhere to go.”
Bernadette laughed even harder.
“Seriously, Bernadette? This isn’t funny.” Sorcha let out a growl of her own. “Are they always this vocal?”
“I don’t know. My office isn’t down there. But I know it drove Luke’s old partners crazy.”
Sorcha’s stomach sank at those words. “You put an s on the end of partner. Just how many has he had in the last year?”
“Counting you? Five.”
Five…in a year. Five. That number rattled around in her head as she left the closet and shut the door, then leaned back against it. Five. As in more than four.
In a year…
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope. Luke likes to play hard to get along with. And personally, I don’t think it’s an act.”
Lovely. Just lovely.
And I sold my condo in New Orleans.
Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like she could go back there, anyway. She hadn’t just burned that bridge, she’d nuked it and toasted marshmallows over the smoldering remains.
Still, she was regretting the decision to move to Georgia.
It’s a new start. New job. New friends. You’ll love it there. Just imagine how great it’ll be. She could kill her father for his optimism.
Someone knocked on the wall in her closet. “Hey, humans? Can one of you let us out? It’s not hard. You just have to come over here and twist the knobby thing. Well, unlock it first, then twist. We’d be really grateful.”
“We would! You want money? My name may be Dohlar, but I can give you lots.”
“I’ll give you eternal life!”
“I have to pee!”
Bernadette kept laughing so hard that Sorcha wanted to choke her.
“Why me?” Sorcha asked the ceiling above.
“You shot your partner.”
She sucked her breath in sharply at Bernadette’s words. “What?”
