Chapter Thirty-Seven

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

They grilled me forever. Then they grilled Seth. Being the estranged ex of a missing woman made him a natural suspect.

“I’ll answer any question you have,” he said, dignity rolling off him in waves. “Just let me fetch some pants first.”

After they left, I grudgingly headed to work. I wanted to call out more than anything, but Seth was taking an involuntary leave of absence from his job, and the medical bills were gonna start rolling in. Besides, working with needles might sooth me.

Yeah, that was a nice thought, but stabbing didn’t make me feel any better. I was kind. I slid the needle under my client’s skin with grace and decorum.

It sucked. Literally.

I wanted to stab something good and hard. I wanted to find a demon, knock it to the ground, and demand it take me to Sparkles. As soon as I got off of work, I was going to do some sleuthing of my own. I’ll track her down, show up on whatever doorstep she was haunting, and kindly ask for Lydia back. Who could r