Roscoe whined, his tail wagging on the concrete floor. Then he leaned against the chair, looking up. The furniture was leather and expensive and perfect for the industrial-style apartment. “How about you tell me why you’re at my flat after dinner with a duffel full of weapons?” Jethro asked.

Nari started. “Full of weapons? You said one gun and a bunch of file folders.” She took another sip of the wine, as if she couldn’t help herself.

“I have both,” Angus said easily, taking another drink. The stuff wasn’t half bad, actually. It’d taste even better on Nari’s lips.

Jethro kicked back and flicked a switch near the fireplace. The fire erupted, low with blue hues. “Well?”

Angus gave him the short version of the last couple of days, winding down and finishing his glass. His stomach felt all warm and mellow. Was that what good wine did? No wonder people drank it, although he’d rather have whiskey.

Jethro stood and refilled their glasses, careful to keep the bottle out of Roscoe’s reach. “At least he has good taste,” the Brit muttered, patting Roscoe’s head. He sat back down and looked at them both. “We only worked that one case together months ago, so you think it’ll take them time to connect us?”

Angus nodded. “Yeah. They will connect us at some point, so we’ll just stay the night. Then I want to leave Nari with Wolfe and Dana and find a place to figure this case out.”

Nari kicked off her boots and crossed her legs on the sofa. “I’m figuring this out as well. Definitely not leaving town.” She wobbled a little.

Jethro swirled the wine in his glass, watching the fire play with the tannins. “You’re both safe here, if you want to stay.” He took a drink, looking as if he was really spending a moment tasting it. “The flat is owned by a dummy corporation, which is owned by a dummy corporation, et cetera and et al. Nobody can trace you here.”

Angus sat back, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since the new killer had struck. He should’ve realized Jethro would be under the radar, considering his ties to M16. He smiled at Nari. “Well, then. For now, we accept your kind invitation.” He could keep her safe here until he could talk her into leaving with Wolfe.

Jethro’s phone played “God Save the Queen” and he glanced down at the face and sighed. “I have a friend at Metro who works the desk and I’ve asked for updates. They found another body. Tall, brunette, blue eyes, and they already have an identification.” He frowned and read the message again. “Sue Swormton, the owner of the Puff Stadium.”

Angus’s chest heated. “The Puff Stadium? That’s my favorite bakery. I often bought pastries for the office there.”