“Oh, come on. Didn’t you learn yesterday that I’m the company snoop? Nothing gets past me. I knew when I met you what you’d done. I just wanted to see if you’d own up to it.”
“Fine, then. I quit.”
Bernadette tsked. “No, you don’t. Like me, you fit here and you know it. Just don’t let those demons out. I’m thinking it’d be really bad if they ran amok.”
You think?
“No, we won’t. We’ll behave.”
“We’re good demons. Just give us a chance.”
“I still have to pee!”
Sorcha groaned, worried that one of them might actually need the bathroom. “Thanks for the help, Bernadette. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Good luck.” Bernadette hung up as Sorcha tossed her phone on her desk.
A closet full of demons…
She only had one question. “How did all of you get in there?”
“We were tricked.”
“We were cursed.”
“I followed an idiot.”
“We were conjured through a mirror and trapped in here.”
“I had to go to the bathroom and opened the wrong door.”
There were so many answers, including one who claimed he chased a chicken into the closet. She had no idea what, if anything, they said was true.
No wonder Luke played his music so loud. He was probably trying to drown them out. Which she attempted to do with her own music.
Impossible. They created a lot of noise, especially when they pounded on the walls, demanding freedom.
So she moved to her evidence board where she tried to figure out how to use it. It was actually a lot simpler than she thought. Even better, Luke had already entered in a lot of evidence for her to review and linked their accounts so that they could both access and share information.
That was nice.
Not nice? Two bodies. No souls. One killed and moved. The other killed on site in a place that was fairly public and right across the street from a hotel where they could have been caught at any minute. Obviously, that hadn’t been a concern for them.
Who was this brazen perp?
She grimaced at the horrific images she prayed their families never saw. It was what she hated most about trials. The looks on the faces of the people who’d loved the victims. Those who didn’t deserve their last memory to be a crime scene photo of their loved one being horribly killed and abandoned.
It wasn’t right and she damned the fact that this was the way things worked in the human world.
“I wish we had a better system of justice.” Because she lived with the same pain inside her that they did every day. No one should have to share such misery.
And it helped a lot more than it should for her to know for certain there really was a Hell for those who committed such atrocities.
Families and loved ones might not get justice in this lifetime, but there would be justice in the next. And for that, she’d be eternally grateful to Luke and even his awful father.
But her job was to get justice for them while they were here and could see it for themselves. They deserved that.
“Think, Sorcha, think,” she whispered to herself as she tried to get inside the head of the monster who’d done this to two innocent students. They had to find the culprit before there was another kid on her board.
