Why?â His questions came at her like gunshots.
âThatâs what Iâm trying to find out,â she said.
âSo you think sheâs here.â
âI think thereâs a clue here that may tell me who did take her.â
David brushed past her and walked toward the house, determination in every step. âThen what the hell are we waiting for?â
Instead of following, Lucifer leaned back against the front of his car and continued to scan the house, taking in the details. David stepped onto the porch, marching around the jagged planks and up to the front door. He stopped and looked back. âYou coming or not?â
âNo.â
âThen why are you even here if youâre not going to look for her? In fact, why arenât the police here? A copâs daughter was kidnapped, for crying out loud. Why arenât there . . . SWAT teams breaking down doors or something? Why isnât her dad here looking for clues? Why did he lie to me and tell me she was sick? It doesnât make any sense!â Davidâs chest was heaving, his mouth twisted in rage. â Whereâs my girlfriend?! â
Lucifer patted the hood of the car next to her. âHave a seat.â
âI donât wantââ
âGinaâs dad hired me to find her and thatâs what Iâm going to do. Now please . . .â pat pat pat â. . . come over here and tell me what you know about this place.â
Davidâs breathing had slowed, but she could still tell he was amped up. He navigated his way off of the porch and back to Lucifer. With a frustrated sigh, he sat next to her, the car dipping under his added weight. âLet me get this straight,â he said. âGina gets kidnapped, but instead of calling the police, her dad, who just happens to be a cop . . . a very big cop, calls some teenaged girl named Lucifer to find her.â
âWell, he didnât call me so much as break into my apartment and try to wrestle me into submission. But yeah, thatâs about it.â David opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. âDavid, whatever it was that scared Gina that night snatched her right out from under her dadâs nose. He saw it happen. But he couldnât explain it, couldnât understand it.â
âHow do you not understand your daughter being kidnapped?â David asked. He shook his head and said, âThis is a prank. Ginaâs playing a joke on her dad for being so uptight. That has to be it.â
âIf she was pranking her dad, wouldnât she let you know?â Lucifer looked back to the house. âHer dad came to me because Gina was taken by something supernatural .â
David pushed himself off the car and stared at Lucifer for a moment. Then he started looking around, craning his neck in all directions.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked.
âIâm looking for the hidden cameras.â
âWell, if you find any, let me know.â Lucifer continued studying the house. Something about it was nagging at her. She had seen plenty of old houses before, but for some reason, this one just wasnât quite right.
âSo youâre some kind of paranormal PI then?â he smirked.
Lucifer ignored the disdain in his voice. âA thief, actually. But since I run in these mystical circles, I have a better chance of finding her than the police.â
David folded his arms across his chest. âYouâre serious, arenât you?â
âYep, I really am a thief.â
âI meant aboutââ
âI know what you meant. You donât have to believe me, and I donât have any particular desire to try and convince you. Iâm just trying to find Gina.â
âBy standing out here and staring off into space,â he said. Lucifer could understand the reason behind his terseness, but it still bothered her. She was trying to help, and he seemed to be
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