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Adam held up a hand. “Don’t forget me. Vic’s car is there.”
“Of course.”
A moment later they were in Emily’s living room.
Adam checked that Cole’s jar was still safe in the bag among the empty ones.
“What are you going to do with him?” Emily asked.
“Take him home, ask him some questions, then set him free.”
“You promise?”
Adam liked the bit of hope her question put in his chest. Despite what Cole had done, she didn’t want to see him suffer. There were good people in the world. He needed to remember that.
“I promise. You can be there if you like.”
She considered it. “Okay.”
“Come over tonight. I’ll text you the address and time.”
Dautre made a small, throat-clearing noise.
“Did you want to come too?”
“I am intrigued by human magic.”
Adam wasn’t certain how human the Reaper was, but he caught the quick shift of Dautre’s eyes to Emily and decided to play along.
“Sure. I’ll text you both the time if Vic agrees.”
Dautre gave a little nod and the light changed.
“Thank you,” Dautre said before vanishing again.
Adam drove back to the apartment.
He waited until he was inside, alarm set and the soul jar placed safely on the kitchen table, before he took out his phone. He scrolled through the call history until he found the number he wanted.
It rang for a while.
“Mr. Binder,” the woman at Wilcox’s answering service greeted in a clipped tone. “I was not told to expect a call from you. What is this in regard to?”
“I need to talk to him.”
“Can I ask what it’s about?”
“Cole Lawrence.”
“One moment. I’ll see if he’s available and willing to speak with you.”
It was more than a moment, but Adam wasn’t surprised. They had to bounce the signal around in case the feds were listening. Adam half hoped they were, though with the topic at hand, soul bottles and banshees, they’d likely think Adam was out of touch with reality. He could live with that if it meant they’d catch Wilcox.
“Binder,” Wilcox said, coming on the line. “What an interesting surprise.”
“Cole Lawrence, was he one of yours?”
“Did something happen to the boy?”
