He nodded. “They’re both students at Savannah College of Art and Design.”
Chapter
Thirteen
“We have the students’ photos.”
Luke glanced toward Sorcha who stood in the door of his office. “Did you upload them?”
“In the folder.”
“Thank you.” Luke opened the file, then gasped as he saw the unravaged faces of the girls who’d been slaughtered.
Sighing, Sorcha closed the door to his office and moved to stand next to him. She did her best not to breathe in his intoxicating scent. Leather and a sweet smokiness that she couldn’t define. That alone made her ache to take a bite of him.
She forced her thoughts away from that. “I know. It’s so sad. They look enough alike, they could be sisters.”
Luke got up and moved closer to the screen. “That’s not what has my attention.”
“What, then?”
He lifted his hand and waved it in front of the screen. Using his powers, he posted a third photo in the middle of the two student IDs. Like the murdered women, this one also had long dark hair and eyes. She was dressed in a pair of jeans with a green sweater and brown jacket. They were so similar in looks that they could easily be related.
This was looking more and more like a serial killer.
Sorcha gasped audibly. “Is that another open case?”
He shook his head slowly. “She’s Amandine Dufresne. Daughter of the head of one of the most powerful hidden Orders.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you about them earlier. The secret organizations that basically run the entire world.”
“I think I saw this episode of Ancient Aliens.”
He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm. “That show’s a lot more right than you think.”
Sorcha felt the blood drain from her face. She wanted to call bullshit on what he said, but how could she? He was the son of the devil. If anyone knew about secret societies, Luke was the…demon. “Who exactly are these organizations?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of the Illuminati.”
“Of course.”
“They’re real and it’s a large group of humans. Then there’s Brotherhood of Shadows. That is made up of elves and sídhe.”
Sorcha’s head swam at what he was telling her. “Awesome. Any other ulcer inducing groups I should know about?”
“Probably.”
“And does Santa have his own?”
He smirked at her. “Don’t be a smart ass.”
“Sorry. I believe you. It’s just a little hard to wrap my head around this.”
“I know. It’s why they’re secret societies who go out of their way to make sure humans have no idea they exist.”
No kidding. As chaotic as the world was, she could only imagine how much worse it’d be if anyone knew the fey and others had power and pulled strings. “Makes sense. Please go on.”
