Glenn shook his head. “I’ll keep it as quiet as I can,” he said, coming forward to stand in front of David. “But I’m going to get this on paper. Mr. Hue?” he said respectfully. “Would you come down with me to the office so we can fill out some paperwork?”

Crap. I slumped into the cushy chair, making a puff of incense-scented air billow around me. “You aren’t arresting him, are you?” I asked, and David went whiter.

“No. Just taking a statement. For his protection. If you’ve told me the truth”—he stressed it as if I hadn’t—“you don’t have anything to worry about. You or Mr. Hue.”

I’d told the truth, but somehow I wasn’t reassured. I knew I wore a sour expression as I rose to stand beside David. “You want me to come with you?” I asked, wondering if I might trade my moving out of the church and away from Ivy for some pro bono lawyer work from Skimmer.

The Were nodded, looking shaken but okay in his suit and tie. “It’s all right, Rachel. I know all about forms.” Grimacing with a tired acceptance, he looked to Glenn. “If we stop at my house, I can give you the names and addresses of everyone I’ve slept with since taking possession of that…thing.”

Thick lips pursed, Glenn ran a hand over his closely cut hair. “Just how many women have you had sex with in the last two months, Mr. Hue?”

David reddened. “Six, I think. I need my address book to be sure.”

Glenn made a small noise, and I could almost see him grant the attractive man more respect. God, men are pigs.

“I’m going to take the bus home,” I said, wanting to be alone—not to mention avoid a trip to the FIB. Jeez, and they were just starting to like me, too.

“It’s no problem to drop you off,” Glenn offered. “I can take the artifact into custody, too. No reason for you to be in danger.”

My eyebrows rose, and I kept my eyes off my shoulder bag. “It’s in the mail system,” I lied, not wanting to go into why I wasn’t going to give it to him. “Soon as it hits my mailbox, I’ll call you.” Lie, lie, li-i-i-i-ie, lie lie.

Glenn’s brown eyes narrowed, and I felt myself warm. David said nothing, knowing where it was and apparently agreeing with my decision. Gathering myself, I adjusted the strap to my shoulder bag and headed for the door. This hadn’t gone well at all. Maybe I could sell it online and donate the proceeds to the war relief fund, ’cause there was going to be a war.