Page 187 of Icy Cold Death

Genesis pulled a card from her pocket, and put it on the counter.

“Oh, want to get together?” he asked, grinning at her—as if she wanted to hook up with some dude with anger and control issues.

Yeah, she stared at him like he was loco.

“No, genius. That’s if you think of anything related to your girlfriend’s disappearance, or if you see the lawyer here at the bar trying to pick up another woman. Call me. If you call me for some cheesy date request, I’ll send my friend here back for me.”

Bishop wiggled her fingers and grinned at him.

That was all it took.

The man closed his mouth.

FAST.

As they left the bar, Tori didn’t like how all of this felt. It was giving her that off feeling in her gut.

“I don’t like how he’s tied to two of the missing women, and that he has anger issues,” Tori said. “First his girlfriend, plus a waitress?”

“What about the second woman who went missing. Aimee Lucas?” Bishop asked.

Genesis took out her phone and pulled up the report. The bar she was last seen in wasn’t the one they’d just been in. That had been different. The report was vague, and she needed to figure out where she worked other than in an office.

She shared.

“Aimee went to a bar with her friends, but it was not that bar.”

Well, damn.

That made this wonky all over again.

Here, they were thinking they had a hunting ground but that was shot to shit.

“Okay, well, we have to come back down in thirty minutes to talk to Jana, Tiff’s work BFF. What do you want to do until then?” Genesis asked, letting them make the decision. She was along for the ride.

Tori looked at her watch.

“Let’s go see what my people have found. Bexley and Raven are really good at research, so maybe they ‘conjured’ up the killer,” she joked.

Bishop laughed.

Only, Genesis didn’t get it.

“What’s funny?”

“Raven is the witchiest witch that ever did witch for Littlemoon Investigations,” Tori admitted. “He’s got some particularly useful skills, like warding. Care to tell us how you got that good at them?”

She laughed.

“Uh, I didn’t do anything. Like I told you, I’m in a dead zone. Just not the same dead zone you, apparently, are in.”

The phone app came to life.

“I. LIKE. HER. CAN. WE. KEEP. HER?” Trey asked.

It was clear he was out of the car and tailing them again.

“We already are, Trey. Calm down.”

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