Page 37 of Angel Betrayed

Don’t be Sam.

She took a step forward.

Cole grabbed her arm. “That’s not him.”

Then she saw the wisps of red hair sticking out above that dark cover.

She released the breath she hadn’t realized that she’d been holding. Her gaze swept the scene. Maybe Sam hadn’t been here. Maybe this was just some really screwed-up?—

Alex’s van.

Seline stiffened when her gaze locked on the vehicle she knew too well. This isn’t good.

“The place was an inferno when I got here!” A man’s raised voice had her eyes flying to him. “And I ain’t drunk!” He waved his hands at the cop who stood before him. “I’m tellin’ you for the sixth time—a man came out of that fire. He just fuckin’ walked right out of it!”

Sam. She finally took a deep breath.

“His clothes were burnin’, but he wasn’t.” The human—older, wearing a white shirt that had already started to show his sweat—shook his head. “He looked like the damn devil.”

Definitely her Sam. No one else fit that description quite like him.

The cop sighed and glanced at another uniform. She caught the raised brows and knew they weren’t even close to buying the man’s story.

Didn’t matter. She was ready to buy it.

Seline waited until the cops stepped away and went off to interview more witnesses, probably people they hoped would be more reliable. Then she grabbed Cole and headed for the man who was now making the sign of the cross over his body.

“Uh, excuse me, sir,” Seline began.

He turned toward her, with his eyes narrowing.

She tried a smile. “I couldn’t help but overhear?—”

“I’m not fuckin’ crazy!” Sweat trickled down the side of his face.

Firefighters were shooting giant streams of water at the remaining flames.

“No, of course not,” she soothed. “But could you tell me…the man you saw,” the man she didn’t see any place now, “where did he go?”

The witness blinked his light blue eyes. “You believe me?”

She gave a quick nod. “Where did he go?”

A sigh heaved out of the guy as he swiped his hand over his forehead. “He chased after the other one.”

She kept her expression blank, but it was Cole who demanded, “Other one?”

“That blond guy.” He glanced down at the dirt stains on his shirt. “I tried to help him, thought he might have been hurt in the fire, but the dude just shoved me and ran.” His gaze tracked to the right and to the alley that snaked behind the cemetery. “Poor dumbass. The devil was following him.”

“Not the devil,” Seline muttered. Not quite.

“Close enough,” Cole said instantly.

That just made the witness stare at them with a slack jaw.

Time to leave.

They hurried toward that alley. Blond. Okay, two possibilities for the blond male’s identity. Option one…Alex. His van was parked close by and the cemetery still burned—had he set a trap for Sam?

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