Page 107 of Blind Luck

The victim was a child? Oh, man. There was a special place in hell for her killers, and I hoped that someday, the Choir got to send them there.

“I didn’t realise you worked with the FBI.”

“Only when it suits me. Just make sure Selene’s ready.”

Selene, predictably, wasn’t ready.

“Ohmigosh, are you crazy? You can’t just walk up to Jace and request that he sign divorce papers. He’ll laugh in your face.”

Dusk perched on the edge of the kitchen table, checking a chip in her manicure.

“I swear, he’ll come around to our way of thinking. We can be real persuasive.”

“What if he gets violent? What if he locks you in the apartment until you tell him where I am?”

“That won’t happen. But if you’re not ready to take that final step, we’ll totally understand. We can revisit this later on.”

“I want a freaking divorce. I want Jace Fuller out of my life, but I’m not sure he’ll ever leave.”

“Then sign the papers. We have an online notary waiting to act as witness.”

Finally, Selene picked up the pen and nodded.

“Jace is going to lose his mind.” A sob burst out of her. “He’s going to destroy all my grandpa’s paintings, and they’re the only thing I have left of him.”

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Where are the paintings? Maybe we can get them back?”

“I-i-in the apartment. Some on the walls, and more in the safe.”

“Do you know the safe combination?”

“It’s our birthdays.” The sobs shook her shoulders. “Jace was so nice before we got married. He promised we’d always be together.”

Dusk sighed. “What size are these paintings?”

“The biggest is a portrait of me. It’s forty-eight inches by thirty-six.”

“We might need to ditch the frames.”

“I don’t care about the frames. Only the p-p-paintings.”

“Okay. Okay, we’ll get what we can.”

Dusk set up the signing with the notary, and a few minutes later, Selene was halfway to a divorce. The easy half. Out in the hallway, I stopped Dusk before she reached the front door.

“Can you really do this? Make Jace sign the papers, I mean.”

“Yes.”

“Do I want to know how?”

“Probably not.” She blew out a breath. “How do you feel about coming along?”

“Me?”

“It’s not as if this is an official op. We planned to bring some of Selene’s stuff, but not thirty paintings, and we’re short of manpower this week. Priest, Tulsa, Barbie, and Dice had to take a trip to San Gallicano.”

“What’s going on over there?”

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