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file had been assigned to her partner. Three months ago. Without him telling her.
    A disappearance case being handed to a homicide detective?
    But he was a vampire, too. And the woman’s eyes had glowed green.
    The werewolf’s eyes had glowed last night.
    Was this woman a werewolf?
    When demon cases came in, they went to Paige. Well, she went out of her way to grab them.
    What if there was a far bigger paranormal world than she realized and all those cases were being funneled to Tony? Because he was a vampire?
    Then why was she outside of that society? Was it all witches? Just her? Because of her demon gifts? Because of her Whiskey name?
    Tony came strolling through the door two hours later. Paige looked up at him and glared.
    He grinned good-naturedly and sat down behind his large desk butted up against hers. “How’d you sleep?”
    She tipped her head in a “who cares, asshole?” and said, “Do your kind even sleep?”
    “A little.”
    “Back at the crime scene,” she said, lowering her voice. “Did you compel me?”
    A sharp breath whistled between his lips.
    “You did!”
    He chuckled, leaning his chin on his hand. “And this is why I don’t broadcast what I am or what I can do.”
    “Don’t broadcast it?” She gripped the edge of her desk and rolled around the end of it, dodging the trashcan. “I’ve never even heard of you. Well, I have because I read fiction, but that’s fiction .”
    “There are many who think you are.”
    Which was hard to really understand because her family openly practiced, but whatever. “Tell me why my grandmother would vehemently—” That word fit too perfectly. “—refuse to tell me of your kinds’ existence.”
    He took in a deep breath, his lips pursed, his eyes narrowed.
    So, Alma had been keeping the truth from her. Why? “Okay. Are we having this conversation here? Or someplace more inconspicuous?”
    He pinched his lips in thought. “I could use a little help with my case.”
    “Your case? We’re partners.”
    “That Louisiana case was yours. Demons.”
    She couldn’t refute that. “Why did the Elizabeth Harwood missing person’s case get assigned to you?”
    He widened his eyes, impressed. “Sometimes, I get called in as a favor to the paranormal world on their cases.”
    “By who?”
    He licked his lips, eyebrows raised.
    “So, the brother and sister?”
    “The sheriff down there knows me. She’s the one who called me.”
    From what Paige gathered, the paranormal world was a lot bigger than her witchcraft and demon world. “Well, for whatever reason, your paranormal missing person case and my demon issues clashed yesterday.”
    “You could say that again.”
    “I’m going to need help tracking down the demon side of things.”
    “Since you can’t get within fifty feet of them without them possessing you?”
    “Exactly.”
    “Perfect.” He grabbed the file on his desk and headed for the door. “Let’s go grab your other partner.”
    Her phone chirped. She raised her finger, pushing her chair back to her desk. “That’s Barn.” She pulled her phone off her belt and swiped it, putting it to her ear. “Hey, Barn. Do you need a bagel?”
    “Latte. Stat.” His tone sounded ragged with excitement.
    Paige straightened. “You got it. What’s up?”
    “Last night’s victim.”
    “Kinda fast.”
    “It’s your case.”
    “Aw. Thanks.”
    “Shut it and feed it.”
    “Latte. Got it. Information now or later?”
    “Get down here.”
    “With coffee.”
    “You better, or you’ll be on my table next.”
    Tipping her head to the side with a frown, she stared at her phone as she disconnected.
    “Latte,” Tony said, his lips drawn down. “I hope you know which kind.”
    “Of course.” She narrowed her eyes, collecting her jacket. “You heard that?”
    “Who didn’t?”
    Vampire super hearing? Her questions were going to have to wait.
    The drive to Starbucks wasn’t that difficult, but trying to find parking was. She ordered his