“Until it’s been ruled a human didn’t murder her, I have all the jurisdiction I need,” Glenn said. “She has pressure marks on her wrists. She was held against her will.”

“Circumstantial.” Denon’s brown fingers reached for the drawer handle. Glenn didn’t back down, and the tension rose until Jenks’s wings were making a high whine.

I shuffled around in my bag and brought out my cell phone. Not that I could actually reach a tower down here. “We can have a court order in four hours. Your enthusiasm to destroy the evidence will be on it. Still want to release her?”

Jenks landed on my shoulder. “You can’t get a court order that fast,” he whispered, and I broke out in a sweat. Yeah, I knew it would take a day, if I could get one at all, but I couldn’t just let Denon walk out of here with the body.

Denon’s jaw was gritted. “Pressure marks don’t mean shit.”

Jenks flew from me to hover over Vanessa. “How about needle marks?” he said.

“Where?” I blurted, crossing the room to look. “I don’t see them.”

The small pixy was smug. “’Cause they’re small. Pixy-size needles. Like fiber-optics. You can see the welt on the torn skin. Whoever drugged her tried to cover it up by tearing her arm as if it was a suicide. But they’re there. You’ll need a microscope to see them.”

A grim smile twitched Glenn’s lips, and together we turned to Denon. The word of a pixy didn’t mean squat in court, but knowingly destroying evidence did. The vampire looked ticked. Good. I’d hate to think I was the only one having a bad morning.

“Get her arm looked at,” he said brusquely, muscles hard with tension. “I want the report before the ink dries.”

Oh, God, I thought, rolling my eyes. Could he have picked a more trite analogy?

Glenn shoved the drawer closed, locking it before handing the key to Iceman. Jenks was hovering beside me, and I said nothing, smiling because I knew we were right and Denon was wrong, and the I.S. was going to come out looking like idiots.

But Denon chuckled, surprising me. “You keep pissing people off, Morgan, and before long the only people who will want to hire you are those homeless bridge trolls and miscreants dealing in black magic. It’s your fault she died. No one else’s.”

The blood drained from my face, and Jenks snapped his wings aggressively. Not only did Denon know she had been murdered and was trying to cover it up, but he was blaming me for it. “You son of a bitch,” Jenks seethed, and I moved my fingers to tell him to stay out of it. I couldn’t catch a pixy, but maybe a ticked vampire could.