“Any ordinary human leads, my team will run down,” the detective continued. “We’ll run a background check on that bartender. . . . What was his name?” Lifting his hand, he squinted at his notes. “Jerry Dunham. And there’s the name the vic’s younger brother gave us, too. Matthew Mollenkamp, the Triton alum from Van Buren College. That whole secret-society-within-a-society, Masters-of-the-Universe business. I don’t see any follow-up here. You looked into it yet?”

Cody shook his head. “No time.”

“Make time.”

The chief chewed and swallowed a bite of ham sandwich, taking a swig of water and clearing his throat. “Speaking of time, how much time are we talking about, Tim?”

“Not a lot.” Detective Wilkes gave him a bleak look. “Four, five days. A week at best. I can’t keep it under wraps forever.”

“Gonna get ugly if it blows up.”

“I know.” The detective sounded sympathetic. “At some point, we’re going to have to bring those boys back in for questioning.”

Chief Bryant grimaced. “When?”

“Give it another day or two. Let’s see what more we can dig up.” Detective Wilkes took another peek at his notes. “No leads at all on the whereabouts of this Ray D? Not even a last name to go on?”

“It’s hard enough tracking down a human member of the Outcasts,” Cody said. “Or any biker. Most of them go by nicknames or aliases. It’s ten times harder when it’s a ghoul. The majority of them are at least a hundred years old. Any official ID they had is ancient history. And you know what motorcycle clubs are like.”

The detective nodded. “There’s a pretty fierce code of loyalty at work. Was this Ray D involved in the meth lab we busted back in April?”

“Yeah, but no one would finger him.” Cody turned his hands palms-up. “Never been able to bag a ghoul. Humans won’t flip on them.”

“Maybe they would if they didn’t know what they were doing.” For the first time in hours, the shrewd light was back in the detective’s eyes. He tapped his notebook. “Let me make some inquiries down at county, see what I can shake loose.”

“The ME released the vic’s body today,” the chief observed. “Funeral’s scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Thought it might be good politics for me to attend it. Be interesting to see who else is there.”

“You think Ray D might show?” Detective Wilkes asked.

Chief Bryant shrugged. “It’s the kind of thing a ghoul would do, especially if he’s the perp.” His heavy gaze slid over to me. “Daisy, I thought you might come with me. See if there’s anything hinky. Any eldritch presence.”

“It’s not likely,” I said. “Not outside Hel’s sphere of influence. The funeral’s in Appeldoorn, right?”