Cole nudged my drink aside to sit on the ledge, patting the spot next to him.

I sat down. "What was the problem?"

"Not sure," he said, "but he'd started going to some sleep clinic over on the west side."

Nightmare demon? It would fit the crimes and a sleep clinic was the perfect place to troll for victims.

Cole lay his hand on my thigh, the warmth of his skin seeping into mine. "I don't want to talk about Davide anymore."

"Hmm. Whatever topic ...