“Oh?” The two put their mugs down on a desk and picked up clipboards with forms on them.

“Yeah, me and my wife are in that subdivision down by the river.” The man walked over, lifted the sheet up off Jim’s feet, and read the tag tied to his big toe.

“Must be nice.”

“It is.” He started to fill out the squares one by one. “But it was expensive. I’ll be lucky if I can retire at the age of eighty.”

Jim took a moment to say good-bye to himself—which was fucking weird, but also a relief: He’d been looking for a fresh start when he’d come to Caldwell, and man, had he gotten one. Everything was different now—who he was, what he was doing, who he was working for.

It was as if he had been reborn and the world was fresh once more.

As Jim left the morgue with his wingmen, he was curiously uplifted…and totally ready to fight again. And he had a feeling that for the next couple of years, Bring it on, bitch was going to be his goddamn theme song.

And then he remembered.

“I need to go back to that warehouse,” he told them out in the hall. “Now. I want the body of that girl.”

Adrian’s voice was little but a rasp. “It’s gone. All of what was in there is gone.”

Jim stopped in the middle of the corridor. As an orderly pushing a cartload full of sheets went through the three of them, literally, Jim felt nothing more than a shiver in his body—and maybe he would have done a hey-check-this-shit-out under different circumstances, but he was instantly obsessed and cared only about one thing.

“Where did Devina take her?” he demanded.

Adrian just shrugged, his eyes still locked on the floor, his piercings glowing darkly in the corridor’s fluorescent lighting. “Wherever she wants. When I woke up on the floor in the middle of that place, it was empty.”

“How’d she move the shit so fast? There was a lot of it.”

“She has help. The kind that she can mobilize quick enough. I was chained or I would have—” The guy stopped himself. “It took ’em about two hours, I think. Maybe longer. I was kind of in and out at that point.”

“And they removed the girl’s body?”

Adrian nodded his head. “For disposal.”

“How do they get rid of it?”

The angel started walking again, like he was finished with the conversating business for a while. “Same way anybody ditches one. They’ll cut it up in pieces and bury it.”