“I’m out and won’t be back until almost sunup. I’ve got a run.” In a motion of powerful grace, she used one hand to ease herself up to sit on the counter.

“You going to take Jenks?” I asked, wanting him here with me, but my scaredy-cat fears came in second after a real job.

“No.” Ivy ran her fingers up through the downward spikes of her shorter hair in a show of nervousness, telling me she was doing something for Piscary, not her bank account. She was the master vampire’s scion, and that came first—when it didn’t involve me. “Do you think that ugly statue is what that demon was after?”

“The focus?” Running a finger over the spoon, I licked it and set it in the sink. “What else could it be? Ceri says if Newt knew that David had it, she would have shown up at his apartment, not here, but I’m going to bring it back anyway. Someone in Cincy knows it’s surfaced again.” My gaze went distant, and a nasty feeling of betrayal settled into my belly. Besides Ivy, Jenks, and Kisten, the only person who knew I still had the focus was Nick. I couldn’t believe he would have betrayed me like that, but he had sold information about me to Big Al before. And now he was pissed at me.

The water was boiling, and I shook in enough macaroni for three. Leaning, Ivy dragged the open box of pasta to her. “What did Glenn want?” she asked, crunching through a dry piece.

Breaking apart the clumps of macaroni, I turned the flame down. “My opinion of a Were murder. It was Mr. Ray’s secretary. Whoever did it tried to make it look like a suicide.”

Defined eyebrows high, Ivy’s gaze went to the calendar pinned to the wall beside her computer. “A week from the full moon? No way was it a suicide, and the I.S. knows it.”

I nodded. “I don’t think they expected the FIB to take an interest. She had bruises from restraints and needle marks. Denon was covering it up.”

Ivy hesitated as she reached into the box for another piece of pasta. “You think it has something to do with the focus?”

“Why not?” I said, exasperated. Damn it. I’d only had the ugly statue for two months, and already word was out that it hadn’t been lost going over the Mackinac Bridge. Tucking a strand of hair out of the way, I stirred my pasta and tried to remember if I’d gone to see or even called David in all that time. Apart from the night I gave it to him, I didn’t think I had. He was my alpha, but it wasn’t like we were married or anything. Crap, this wasn’t safe. I needed to get it back from him, like today.