Levi started to shut the door. “I have a lawyer, asshole. Call him, not me. You can’t be here.”

Angus plunked his boot in the door. “I’m Angus Force and I’m the foremost expert in the world on the guy I think killed your ex-girlfriend. Do you have a minute to talk?”

Levi paused. “I can’t talk to you without my lawyer.”

“I’m not a cop.” When Levi just stared at him, Angus shrugged. “Any longer. I was, but now I’m not. Just don’t say anything that could incriminate you and it won’t matter anyway. You’re smart enough to do that.” Yeah, manipulation. He was good at it and didn’t give a shit.

Levi straightened. “You know who killed her?”

“I think I might, but I need to talk to you.” Angus put on his most disarming smile. “The sooner I catch him, the sooner the cops will stop trying to build a case against you. You do know that the boyfriend or ex, especially if there are a couple of domestic violence calls in the past, is the guy they’re going after, right? You’re smart enough to get out of it in the end, but let’s be honest. Do you have time for this crap?” Yep. More ego stroke.

Levi turned toward Jethro. “Who are you?”

“Professor of philosophy,” Jet said easily, his British accent all charm. “I’m just along for the ride.”

Levi’s gaze narrowed. “You’re a cop.”

“Ha,” Jet said. “Not even close, mate. I was in M16, but that was a long time ago, and now I teach philosophy, with emphases on ethics, moral theory, decision, game, and rational choice theories.”

A slow and not entirely nice smile tilted Levi’s mouth. “Running from some bad shit, are you? Good luck with that.” He opened the door and gestured them inside. “Come on in.”

This guy wasn’t a moron. Angus walked across the polished wooden floor of the threshold, which was a short hallway leading to a narrow staircase leading to the second floor. A silver bike rested against the right wall beneath a mirror, and to the left was an opening to what looked like a living room. He moved that way, with Jethro right behind him.

A gas fire flickered in a hammered steel fireplace, and he moved past it to sit in one of two chairs facing a blue sofa. The dining area, kitchen, and a small backyard showed through another doorway by the fireplace, the rooms laid out in a narrow, shotgun formation.

It was classy and expensive.

Jet sat next to him, while Levi took the sofa. Pastel watercolors decorated the walls. The coffee table and end tables were antiques.

“Who decorated your place?” Angus asked, clicking facts through his brain.