Damn it.
I drew in a bracing breath, then reached out and touched his shoulder. A wave of disgusting energy flowed into me, making my stomach pitch. Sometimes, when I touched something with a particularly vile past, I could feel it. And this guy had a very vile past. I prayed I wouldn’t see Beatrix’s death.
Flashes of the recent murders ran through my mind…a club coming down on the first man’s head. A blade plunging into a chest. It made me ill. Cold chills raced over me, and my insides turned to snakes.
I swayed on my seat. The Devil gripped my shoulder, steadying me. I relaxed against his hand, absorbing his strength as I drew an unsteady breath.
The church…the church.
I had to see the church he’d been to.
But it was impossible to call up certain images or information. My gift showed me whatever it wanted, not whatever I wanted.
“The church, man.” The Devil’s words were harsh, and his magic flared in the air. “Think of the church.”
He knew what I was trying to do. I gave him a grateful smile.
A moment later, an image of the church flashed in my mind. Moderately sized, situated right in the middle of London. A small cemetery surrounded it, packed in between the tall buildings. But the building itself was unusual, with curving walls. I’d never seen a church shaped like that. Not here, at least.
Contact with the murderer was making me so woozy that it was nearly impossible to stay upright on the chair. I withdrew my hand from the man’s arm, sucking in some of the stale pub air.
“Is the abducted person still alive?” I demanded.
“Yes. He wanted her for a ceremony. Had to bring her alive for it.”
Her.
He’d abducted a woman.
“When will the ceremony be?” I asked.
“On the full moon,” the man said. “Midnight.”
“Tonight,” the Devil murmured.
“What does he want her for?” I demanded.
The man shrugged violently. “Why would I know?”
“Because you did the dirty work.”
“Just a job, lady.”
“Not just a job,” the Devil said, repeating my words. “What organ did you take from your last victim?”
Oh, that was a good question.
The man’s jaw clenched. Clearly, he didn’t want to answer.
“Tell me.” The Devil’s words were cold enough to freeze lava.
“The liver,” the murderer said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I was told to. Gave it to the creepy bloke, along with the woman.”
“What was the woman’s name?” I asked.