My partner is a demon

11. Dancing with the succubus

Turns out, the last number the victim had called a few hours before his fatal destiny was from an escort girls service, so this is where Ohm and Fluke headed to try to find some information.

After a few persuasive arguments that might have included a warrant, they got the chance to talk with the girl that accepted Moo's call. Unfortunately, the interview they had with her didn't add much to the investigation.

"We didn't talk much, to be honest…", the girl said what they had confirmed before because their call didn't last more than 2 minutes according to the records, "When I was about to tell him about my rules and price, he apparently bumped into someone and hung up on me…", she said rolling eyes.

"Ok, thank you for your statement. But I need to ask you something else. Do you remember who he talked to?"

"How would I know, detective?! We were on the phone!", she raised her voice to point out it was clearly impossible for her to know the other person's identity.

"I know it might be hard on your memory, but please try to recall the event. This person might be the last one to see him alive and any details about them would make the crime a lot easier to solve and bring justice for the family's victim!", Fluke pressed for an answer but in such an understanding way that made Ohm a bit surprised with his ethics.

"Well…", she said, tapping a finger on her narrow chin trying to think about the memory she wasn't even sure to have about the case, "I can't say much because he really ended the call abruptly, but I do remember he said something like 'I'm so sorry, Miss!', so this means it was a woman, right?", the escort lady pointed vividly, being suddenly really happy to help the Police in the case.

"Just like I had imagined before, it's our girl!", Fluke winked at Ohm as they left the place to get to their other destiny: the other's victims' families.

It wasn't hard to notice a pattern after a few interviews and crying widows: their husbands were killed after setting a meeting with a woman or after bumping into one occasionally. How Asmodeus knew they were married and allured them into their trap wasn't too hard to picture. According to Fluke's description, any man -- and occasionally women too --, would be delighted to lay their eyes on someone as gorgeous as her. One of her "superpowers" was exactly the fact that she could seduce them easily, which was perfect for her to gain the victims trust, kill them and eat their souls.

"Like I said, she's the resentful kind, mundane!", he finished his conclusion.

"Just like someone I know, nothing hard to understand…", Ohm replied with a smug smile.

"Yeah, I know, but-- Wait a minute, what do you mean by 'just like someone I know?!'", Fluke gave Ohm a deadpan look.

"It doesn't matter now, love! Let's get to the morgue and see if they had found something new about our guy!", the detective ran to reach their car before the demon had the chance to release his anger.

Again, the endearment made Fluke speechless to the point he had forgotten the teasing seconds before and just followed the mundane with a red tomato face.

Arriving at Yaya's office, Ohm went straight to the main point, no time to lose:

"Yaya, do you have something new for us?"

Hearing the remarkable baritone voice, the woman stood up from her desk and went to curl her arm around the detective's, "I'm working hard on this, Ohmmy! Maybe I can think about a new connection between the dots if you wait for me so we can get a few drinks after work!", she proposed with a smile.

"I kinda have something else to do, you know? Someone wants to relieve the stress and we're gonna find a place to dance and drink tonight!", Ohm said taking a step back and far away from the lady whose smile faded instantly with the dismissal. Taking a look around the room, her eyes landed on the detective's partner.