“You…ah, trust me in sensitive matters?” I said to Trent. “What does that mean?”

Trent tracked a flock of pigeons, blinking as they crossed the sun. “It means I trust you to keep your mouth shut but not to keep your fingers out of my desk.”

Quen shifted to stand almost out of my sight. I turned to keep him in it. “That bothered you, didn’t it? That I could sneak into your office?” I asked.

Ears reddening, Trent glanced at me. “Yes.”

Pleased, I shifted my shoulders. Casual looked good on him, and I wondered what he’d look like in a burger joint with his elbows on the table and his hands wrapped around a half pound of beef. He wasn’t much older than me, forced to grow up fast when his parents died. I wanted to ask him if his kids would have pointed ears when they were born, but I didn’t. “I won’t do it again,” I said suddenly, not knowing why.

At that, Trent turned to face me. “Break into my home? Is that a promise?”

“No. But I won’t.”

Quen cleared his throat to cover a chuckle. Green eyes fixed on mine, Trent nodded. He didn’t look happy, and I was feeling sorry for him. “That,” he said, “I’ll believe.”

Quen stiffened, but his attention was on the sky, not me. I put my hand up when I recognized Jenks’s wings. “Rache,” he panted, landing on my hand and grasping my thumb when he nearly fell off. “We got a problem…coming down the road…in a ’67 Chevy.”

“Better than a trip wire,” I said dryly to Quen, wondering if I should move my new cuffs from my shoulder bag to my hip. Then I asked Jenks, “Who is it? Denon?”

The car in question came around the corner: a powder blue convertible with the top open. Engine racing, it pulled into the far end of the lot. Quen shifted from casual to protective. Pulse pounding, I tapped a line. The rush of power took me by surprise, and I staggered. “I’m fine,” I said, pushing Trent’s arm off me. “Stay behind me.”

“It’s Lee!” Trent said, his face alight. “My God, Lee!”

My mouth dropped open. The car lurched to a halt, parked ten feet away and cantwise to the lines. Trent stepped forward, and I yanked him back. Lee escaped Al?

The man turned off the car and pulled his head up, smiling at the three of us and squinting from the sun. Leaving the keys in the ignition, he opened the door and got out.