I raised my eyebrows. “Only if you see true love and kids in my future.”
“And what did I say last time? You
I rolled my eyes. “How can babies not be in the form I dream of?”
She grinned. “No one said the future was easy to understand.”
“And you make a living out of this mumbo jumbo?”
“A very good living,” she said solemnly, then chuckled. “I’m just glad most of my clients aren’t as skeptical as you.”
“I’m not skeptical of your talent—just what it’s saying about my future.” I took a sip of coffee, and licked away the froth from my lips. “Besides Alana, was there any other Trollop who might be on Cherry’s hit list?”
Dia frowned. “For all Cherry’s faults, she doesn’t seem like the murdering kind.”
“Many serial killers don’t.”
She acknowledged the point with a nod, but added, “Cherry wanted to be a part of their group. Destruction wasn’t in her agenda.”
“Well, it’s in someone’s agenda, and right now, she seems the most likely. Who else did she hate?”
She hesitated. “Enna Free would probably be next on any hate list.”
I wondered if the body Kade had gone to check out today was Enna Free. If it wasn’t—and she was still alive—then someone had to get to her before the killer cat did. I grabbed my phone and sent Jack a quick message, asking him to haul in both Enna and Cherry, then pulled a piece of banana cake toward me and scooped up a spoonful. It was, as usual, delicious. This had to be the one place in Melbourne where I’d choose banana over chocolate any day. “Don’t suppose you’d know where Enna is today?”
“No, but there’s an invitation-only charity fund-raiser happening over at Sparkies this evening, and I know some of the Trollops are attending that. Apparently, there’s going to be some good man-meat there. Alana’s words, not mine.”
I snorted softly. “You know, if a man said that about a woman, there’d be an uproar.”
“The world is warped,” she agreed, then waved her spoon at me. “You want to get into that shindig?”
“If you can get me in, yes.”
“Risa, can you get Mommy’s phone out of her bag, please?”
The little girl leaned sideways, dug into the patent leather handbag sitting beside her, pulled out the phone, and handed it across. Then she gave me a cheeky grin and said, “Cake, please.”
“Come here then, monster.”
She scooted around, and I fed her cake while Dia made her call.
“Done,” she said, after a few minutes. “And that’s enough cake for you, little one.”
Risa’s pout lasted for all of two seconds, then she scooted back around the table again to finish off her Coke.
“The ticket will be waiting at the door. The cost is five hundred.”
I just about choked. “God, I’m glad the Directorate will be paying for it.”
“You’re just lucky it’s one of the cheap functions. Some of the others can be a grand or two.”
Thankfully, tonight’s event wasn’t one of those, because Jack’s reaction would not have been pretty. “Have you got Cherry’s address?”
“Not on me, but I can phone it through once I get home.” She paused, and sipped her coffee. “Would you like a list of all the Trollops?”
“That would be great.”
I dug into my bag, then handed over a small notebook and pen. She scrawled in fourteen names, then handed both the pan and book back. “Anything else?”
“What does Enna look like?”
Dia smiled. “I thought you might have guessed that.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Blond hair, blue eyes, and rake thin?”
“Yep. It’s their calling card—even when they are naturally dark.”
“Men do seem to like their blondes.”
She snorted softly. “Like redheads have any reason to complain. Except when they’re on a self-imposed diet, that is.”
“I’ve got a feeling the diet might be ending.”
“Really? Do tell.”
So I told her about Ben and the case we were involved in, and we filled the next hour chatting away like old friends rather than new—something I’d once thought would never happen.
Of course, as much as I would have liked to stay there all day, I couldn’t—Jack would have a pink fit—so I eventually headed back to the Directorate.
Jack wasn’t in the day-shift office when I arrived, but Kade was sitting at his desk. I tossed my bag on my desk, then walked over to the coffee machine. We finally had mugs rather than those horrible plastic cups, but it didn’t make the coffee taste any better. Jack had promised a machine upgrade, but after months of hearing a similar promise when it came to our office area, I had no expectations of it actually happening any time soon.
I slopped some milk into both cups, pressed the coffee button, and shoved the first cup underneath, then glanced over at Kade. “So who was murdered this time?”
He grimaced and leaned back in his chair. “One Cherry Barnes. Thirty-four-year-old divorcée who’s been dead for three weeks.”
Well, so much for my thoughts about Cherry having all the right motives for murder. “And no one noticed the smell?”
“Apparently not. No one reported her missing, either. Her mom and sister thought she was off on a cruise with some man.”
“So who found her?”
“Pest control. They’d been called in because of a sudden influx of rats in the other apartments.”
I screwed up my nose and switched mugs. “Don’t tell me—”
“Yep, they’ve been chowing on the body. I don’t think the pest controller will be eating for the next week.”
“I’m glad I wasn’t the one called in.” I plonked my butt on the edge of his desk and handed him a mug. “I guess the body was too badly decomposed to tell whether she’d been mutilated or not?”
“She was, but according to Cole, it wasn’t our cat. The slashes to her back and stomach are different.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Different how?”
Kade shrugged. “He wouldn’t be pinned down. I guess we have to wait for the report.”
“What about Alana Burns?”
“She’d been slashed on the neck, and there was bruising. She wasn’t as cut up or eaten as our second female victim, but both did happen.”
“So the violence is definitely escalating.” I paused and drank some coffee. It was bitterer than usual, but maybe that was a direct result of drinking the silky smooth stuff at the café. “So if Cherry died three weeks ago, we might have another male body out there waiting to be discovered.”
“Could be. I’m currently going through the cops’ unsolved murder files, just to see if I can find anything.” He reached forward, grabbed a folder, and handed it to me. “Forensic reports for Gerard James and the shoe seller. The DNA found at both scenes matches.”
“What about Alana Burns? Any DNA found on her?”
“No. But Cole suspects they’ll find plenty on the body of the second woman. She was bitten a lot.”
I opened the folder and skipped the photos, going directly to the reports. At first glance, there didn’t seem to be anything I hadn’t already guessed. “So has Cole got any idea of what we might be dealing with?”
“He thinks it could be a bakeneko.”
“A
Kade grinned. “My reaction, too.”
“So what is it?”
“Apparently, it’s a cat with supernatural abilities.”
“A cat? So we’re not dealing with a human shifter, but an actual cat who can take human shape?”
