Mike and Kanesha showed up in his car a few minutes later. I didn’t ask how they knew where we were.

I wasn’t sure I actually wanted the answer.

“What do we have?”

I indicated Seb. “He’s still…”

But at that point he broke away from the kids and came over. “Blue pickup truck, license plate accidentally covered by a loose tarp. Three men. Kids also thought they heard a scream.”

“Blue pickup truck. Have to be thousands of them.” Mike turned to Seb. “Give me what you have on the men.”

“I have better.” He handed over a sheet of paper. “Kid sketched them for us.”

Mike snatched the sketch and grinned. “What did you tell them they were up to?”

Seb shrugged. “I told them they were into rape. Apparently, those kids don’t like that.”

They were still trying to get the swing to go all the way over. “Good kids, then.” And for all we knew, they were.

Mike nodded. “I’d call what they did just as bad, if not worse. Thruor filled me in.”

“Let’s go hunt these guys.”

Kanesha nodded. “Why don’t you talk to the cops, Mike? I’ll take this sketch and get a couple of copies made.”

That was a good idea. We needed multiple copies.

Seb watched Kanesha head off with the sketch. I turned back to him. “Thanks.”

“You’re thanking me?”

“I care about her too.”

“I hope she won’t think I won’t love her any more with…” He blushed. “Bad enough that we have to wait.”

Which was kind of stupid. 19 and 15 wasn’t nearly like, I don’t know, 30 and 15, but…it was the way things were. “The fact that she’s willing to should tell you everything you need to know, right?”

He smiled weakly. “It does. But I’m going to…”

“No. I’ll take care of them. No offense, Seb, but first off I’m better at it, second off I don’t have to worry about it messing up my soul.”

“Given I doubt it’s just her I think it’s a legitimate kill if I find them.”

He was probably right, but I didn’t like the cold, grim edge his tone had developed.