“I’ll talk to the police,” I said finally, grudgingly. It was looking more and more like I was going to have to call in the big guns. “Maze and I interrogated the owner of the business,” he volunteered as he stared at the empty space in the rows of shipping containers. Your property might have just gotten caught in the crossfire.” I couldn’t bring myself to say angel wings. These docks are gang territory, and there’s always little disputes. Find out who owns the warehouse and who might have a grudge against them. I poked around for any other clues, but came up empty. They were drier than hell, which lined up with Lucifer’s description of the crime. I stepped over the tattered police lines carefully and prodded them with the eraser of a pencil. There were still bloodstains on the cement. Very sad, but I think the police already shut the case, and I didn’t want to report my theft because… well… it’s not the most legal of warehouses.” Lucifer waited patiently as I drew in a few steadying breaths. I was no longer with them, their presence didn’t bode well for me anymore. I had to quell my instinctive reaction of relief. There was crime scene tape at the warehouse.
The beautiful ones always had the worst secrets, and if they were admitting to being the devil and company who knew what they were keeping quiet. Morningstar and his associate were too pretty to trust. The sooner it was over the happier I was going to be. Trixie’s after school program didn’t end until six, plenty of time for me to start this investigation.
“It’s your money we’re wasting waiting around,” I told him, “Your call."Īs he mosied over to the stairs I checked my watch surreptitiously. Let me grab the keys to my good car and we’ll leave, shall we?” At least then you knew what you were up against. False smiles were far worse than real anger.
I almost wished one of his people would start scowling, just for the novelty value. “Sorry about Maze,” Lucifer said with another charming smile. There was a small but determined group of drinkers with expensive watches at the bar, even though it was only half past two. Looking at the understated elegance of his business, I figured he could afford it. If all his associates acted like this I was going to start charging him for emotional stress and life insurance. Good luck with your human, Lucifer,” she said walked off without a glance back. It had too many dimensions, twisted in too far to be natural. Her smirk as I jolted back reminded me of the Grinch. She stepped in suddenly, until we were hip to hip, and slid one hand into my coat to rest on my weapon. I’ll go follow up on the Russian lead.” Maze said, giving me another once over. Grudging acceptance spread over Maze’s face. Maybe he was cleverer than I’d given him credit for. Linda recommended a pair of human eyes.” At least he had the sense to not scream “angel wings” to everyone who passed. She’s a private investigator who’s agreed to help us with our little situation. In the dimness of the afternoon-quiet club it was all too easy to imagine things going south. I slid my hand into my pockets and let the reassuring outline of my tazer comfort me. It was impossible to imagine either of them as children. She fit the seedy bar we were in, the infamous Lux, like she had risen fully formed from it’s depths. It was in her posture, she held herself with all the grace and self assurance of an eagle, sharpened claws ready. There was something unsettling about her beauty, like looking at a bird of prey eating. Her sour expression and the way her eyes went to my belt and coat pockets when I entered suggested the former. She was undeniably gorgeous with eyes like ink, flawless fawn skin, and the toned muscles of a fighter or a dancer. “This is the one?” the woman Lucifer had introduced as Maze demanded.
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