his place.”
Jean Luc nodded and walked toward their car. “Did you find Misha?”
“No, he’s not back yet. But Deanna called him Michael. Why would he use a different name?”
Once they were on the road, he answered. “American humans are not very trusting of Russians. So when Misha has to spend time with them, he becomes Michael.”
“What about his accent?”
“He is actually quite good at hiding it. Usually, he uses a southern drawl.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding me.”
Jean Luc stopped at a red light. “No. You should ask him about it.”
“How did you and Misha become partners? I don’t know much about the supernatural world, but I do know demons and vamps don’t usually mix well.”
“Normally, that is the case. But Nicholas does not tolerate fighting amongst his employees. Misha and I were paired several years ago on a case that required knowledge of both vampires and demons, and we have been working together ever since.”
“You are so different.”
“Yes, opposites, really. Misha does not let the world dictate his happiness.”
“And you do?”
His gaze locked on her. “Not anymore.”
She looked away, her body tingling. “The light’s green.”
Fifteen minutes later, Jean Luc parked in front of David Townsend’s apartment building. The lobby door was propped open with a brick, all the better for their little break-and-enter project.
They found the correct apartment, and Jean Luc had the door open in less than a minute.
“Wow, you have to show me how to do that.”
“ Ma cherie , you are already dangerous enough. I am unsure whether teaching you how to break and enter is in the best interest of the population.”
“Did you just make a joke?”
He smiled but didn’t answer, instead pushing open the door. They walked into a messy living room. Gym clothes were strewn on the couch and chairs. A weight set took up the space where a dining room table would normally have been.
Talia investigated down the hallway. The first door led to his bedroom, which was messier than the living room. How many pairs of sweatpants could one demon own? She opened the second door in the hallway and froze.
“Jean Lu…”
He was standing beside her before she finished saying his name. He took in the room and his eyebrows rose at the graffiti-strewn wall.
Talia took a tentative step inside to get a better look. “God, I’ve only ever seen this in movies.” There were pictures of various people at the gym. Several of the faces in the pictures had been highlighted in yellow. One of them was Peter Peters.
“I think we’ve found our killer.”
On the table next to the wall was a notebook, which Jean Luc picked up and leafed through. “Most of what he says here makes little sense. He is talking about stopping those humans who have a ‘hand in destiny.’ Something about their glow giving them away.”
“What does that mean?”
Jean Luc shrugged. “We all have energy fields, even humans. Maybe David can see certain patterns and perceives them as a threat of some kind. I am no psychologist, but he appears to be delusional.”
Jean Luc flipped further back in the book. “He talks about Peter Peters. He also mentions the young receptionist.”
She walked closer. “He talks about Deanna glowing?”
“Did you not just tell me she is pregnant, Talia?”
Talia’s nerves jangled. “But he didn’t know that. When he saw her today, he was shocked to see she was pregnant. Today is her last day at work. If he is killing people who are glowing, she could be his next victim.”
Chapter 11
The building was dark, although it was only two minutes after five when Jean Luc pulled in front of it. Three cars were still in the parking lot.
Talia pointed to a sedan. “That’s the car that ran me off the road.”
Her eyes widened, and her heart sped up, thumping so hard it seemed to beat in his own chest. He studied her for a moment and his protective instincts surged like lava
Jean Luc nodded and walked toward their car. “Did you find Misha?”
“No, he’s not back yet. But Deanna called him Michael. Why would he use a different name?”
Once they were on the road, he answered. “American humans are not very trusting of Russians. So when Misha has to spend time with them, he becomes Michael.”
“What about his accent?”
“He is actually quite good at hiding it. Usually, he uses a southern drawl.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding me.”
Jean Luc stopped at a red light. “No. You should ask him about it.”
“How did you and Misha become partners? I don’t know much about the supernatural world, but I do know demons and vamps don’t usually mix well.”
“Normally, that is the case. But Nicholas does not tolerate fighting amongst his employees. Misha and I were paired several years ago on a case that required knowledge of both vampires and demons, and we have been working together ever since.”
“You are so different.”
“Yes, opposites, really. Misha does not let the world dictate his happiness.”
“And you do?”
His gaze locked on her. “Not anymore.”
She looked away, her body tingling. “The light’s green.”
Fifteen minutes later, Jean Luc parked in front of David Townsend’s apartment building. The lobby door was propped open with a brick, all the better for their little break-and-enter project.
They found the correct apartment, and Jean Luc had the door open in less than a minute.
“Wow, you have to show me how to do that.”
“ Ma cherie , you are already dangerous enough. I am unsure whether teaching you how to break and enter is in the best interest of the population.”
“Did you just make a joke?”
He smiled but didn’t answer, instead pushing open the door. They walked into a messy living room. Gym clothes were strewn on the couch and chairs. A weight set took up the space where a dining room table would normally have been.
Talia investigated down the hallway. The first door led to his bedroom, which was messier than the living room. How many pairs of sweatpants could one demon own? She opened the second door in the hallway and froze.
“Jean Lu…”
He was standing beside her before she finished saying his name. He took in the room and his eyebrows rose at the graffiti-strewn wall.
Talia took a tentative step inside to get a better look. “God, I’ve only ever seen this in movies.” There were pictures of various people at the gym. Several of the faces in the pictures had been highlighted in yellow. One of them was Peter Peters.
“I think we’ve found our killer.”
On the table next to the wall was a notebook, which Jean Luc picked up and leafed through. “Most of what he says here makes little sense. He is talking about stopping those humans who have a ‘hand in destiny.’ Something about their glow giving them away.”
“What does that mean?”
Jean Luc shrugged. “We all have energy fields, even humans. Maybe David can see certain patterns and perceives them as a threat of some kind. I am no psychologist, but he appears to be delusional.”
Jean Luc flipped further back in the book. “He talks about Peter Peters. He also mentions the young receptionist.”
She walked closer. “He talks about Deanna glowing?”
“Did you not just tell me she is pregnant, Talia?”
Talia’s nerves jangled. “But he didn’t know that. When he saw her today, he was shocked to see she was pregnant. Today is her last day at work. If he is killing people who are glowing, she could be his next victim.”
Chapter 11
The building was dark, although it was only two minutes after five when Jean Luc pulled in front of it. Three cars were still in the parking lot.
Talia pointed to a sedan. “That’s the car that ran me off the road.”
Her eyes widened, and her heart sped up, thumping so hard it seemed to beat in his own chest. He studied her for a moment and his protective instincts surged like lava
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