One for Miss Cain... I think...

Death watched the heat waves rise of the hot contrete with a statisfied look on her face. Her golden hair was pinned up in a tidy bun and the mascara on her eyelashes felt heavy.
She sighed as she walked out of the airport, happily finding her way through customs with a straight razor in her carry on luggage very uneventful. Death spotted the red jeep out the front immediently.
Demon Fire jumped out and grinned at her. Her brother had a red t-shirt covering his massive chest and a pair of cut off jeans hanging low on his hips. "Pull them up, bro!" Death commanded her little brother. "Or else I'll call dad!"
Demon put his thick hands on his hips and tilted his head. His blonde curly hair fell in his eyes. Death resisted the urge to push it away. "Yesh, right," he said sarcastically. "Dad's dead Rose. Has been for some time. Though I did hear that you almost got the man who killed him..." He trailed off, obviously waiting for her to fill in the gaps.
"Yeah, Skulduggery is a slippery bastard, dad was the one who killed him in the first place but now Mr. Pleasant is a skeleton detective who is training this dark haired girl who stuffed up Bill-Ray's ability to travel under ground." She sighed. "The last time I saw him was when he threw a spike bomb at me. Wasn't pleasant, you see..." Fire laughed. "No pun intended," she added , mussing her little brother's hair as she threw her bags in the back.
"You ready?" He asked as he got in the driver's seat.
"Yep! Let's go!"

She was so focused on her new assainent to notice the girl with golden hair watching her leave from behind a pair of dark sunglasses.