already decided where we were all going. He and Sam would hit up Mac’s. The bar was one of the local college hotspots, and almost everyone spent some time there. We already knew that. Chris had worked there, which meant there was some sort of connection. The big question was if anyone knew anything that could help us. Plus, there was that little problem with me having died there a few days ago. We needed to make sure that if I walked in the front door, I wouldn't make everyone freak out.
Bel and Ron would go to another popular place: the pool hall. It had a quieter atmosphere, often had poetry readings, but still served beer. For those who hated the crowds at Mac's, the pool hall seemed to be their preference. The benefit was that Bel and Ron wouldn't draw a lot of attention if they just spent their time playing pool and listening to what was said around them. With this many people going missing recently, someone, somewhere, had to be complaining about the lack of police investigations. If not that, then they would mourn their missing friend.
It wasn't much, but our goal was to find a place to start. Some itty bitty lead that we could track down and follow until it ended. Luke had a feeling that the cops had given up on these things because there was some hitch in the middle that seemed completely "impossible." Something I would call magical. We, on the other hand, knew what was really possible. Angels could use aether. They could mind-fuck witnesses. That didn't mean they wouldn't leave a trace.
Luke and I were taking on the riskiest part. It was Friday night, and Greek Row was winding up the last of their pre-semester parties. Every fraternity and sorority on the street would have their doors thrown open, the kegs flowing freely, and dozens of horny college kids filling their rooms. In the middle of that, the two of us would blend without a problem. Never mind that alcohol would loosen a whole lot of tongues. That was why we were heading to Delta Phi.
Ironically, I had never been a party girl. Now, I was the Devil. Something about that amused me a little too much, but I was just going to roll with it. The downside, however, was that it meant I didn't exactly have a big selection of slutty clothes. I'd spent most of my life alternating between jeans and a T-shirt, or my other favorite, yoga pants and a T-shirt. But this was going to require a whole lot more sex appeal. Thankfully, I had Sam.
He and I went to my closet, looking for anything that would work. I had a couple of low-cut shirts that I used to wear when I was bartending, and dozens of pairs of jeans that were slightly loose now, thanks to all the exercise I’d done learning how to fly. Short skirts and hot dresses were nonexistent. Except the one I'd stained with Vesdar's green sand when Michael had caught Nick and I napping. Now, I could probably get away with one of these outfits. No one would think anything of some college girl in a pair of jeans, but I had been hoping to use a little extra skin to open up some mouths.
Eventually, we figured out I had nothing at all like that, so Sam sent me to the bathroom to get ready. Tonight, I was going all out. That meant I was running a straightening iron over my hair and painting my face to seduce every guy who walked past. Not an easy task. When I stepped out of the bathroom an hour later, it wasn't Sam in Nick's bedroom waiting for me. It was Luke, and he came bearing presents.
Laid out on the bed were three different outfits, each of them skimpier than the last. One looked like the standard little black dress that every woman needed. The next was sexy as hell, but red wasn't exactly my color. The last one was my favorite, though. A stretchy turquoise shirt was paired with a very short little black skirt. The black boots tossed in between them all would work with it best, in my opinion.
Without hesitation, I reached for outfit number three. Beside me, Luke just chuckled. "You might want to wear your best black bra with that," he said.
"Huh?" Because a black bra wouldn't exactly go well under a turquoise shirt.
He grabbed the other two