"But you have had problems?"
He hesitated. "Earlier this week we were having problems contacting her, but she called yesterday and said her phone had been on the blink." He grimaced. "Obviously, it still is."
Either that, or the shape-shifting spirit behind these kills had decided to abandon the Summer identity. And that, in turn, meant we were dealing with a spirit with more intelligence than I'd thought them capable of. Although why I'd thought them incapable of logical thought, I couldn't say. Maybe I'd just figured dark spirits were all about the need to kill and little else.
"What about Di Shard?"
He blinked. "What about her?"
"Well, have you had a similar problem with her recently?"
"She was out of contact for a couple of days, but it wasn't a problem because we didn't actually have her booked for anything." He shrugged.
"Have you been in contact with her recently?"
"She called this morning to ask if there were any bookings."
"And were there?"
"Nothing last moment. But I did have to remind her about her regular midnight booking at the Falcon Club, which was a little odd."
Meaning if our dark spirit had taken over the identities of both Summer and Shard, the Falcon Club was most likely her next hunting ground. "Have you got a picture of the two women?"
"Sure."
He rifled through the paperwork on his desk and handed me two photos. Both women were tall, with thin features and dark hair. Other than the fact one had pale skin, the other dark, they could have been mistaken for sisters.
I glanced up at Parred. "Until recently, how reliable were they?"