“That boy has a long resume of sleeping with adult women and you looked a bit desperate the last time I saw you.”

I pictured myself reaching through the phone and slapping him off his chair. “Thank you for your concern, but have no fear. I prefer men, not boys. That’s why I’m not with you anymore.”

He snarled into the phone.

“Temper, temper, sweet pea.” Sweet pea? Where did that one even come from? “I understand that your upcoming engagement will set you back quite a bit and you are in dire need of money, so you need me to release the crime scene.”

“I have money! I need the site released because it’s a waste of everyone’s time for it to sit there.”

“Two conditions,” I said. “One, all items from the vault are to be stored in the Keep until the end of this investigation. I’ve catalogued them.”

“Done,” Raphael said. “Will send them in under an armed convoy during tech. Two?”

“You still have that invitation to Anapa’s birthday bash tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Is the invitation for you and a friend?”

“Yes.”

“I need to be that friend.”

Raphael paused. “You like Anapa for the murders?”

“Possibly. I tried his office. They wouldn’t let me through the door. He’s got a bulldog in a business suit on staff and she didn’t buy my sweet smile.”

“You mean you showed her your guns and she didn’t faint?”

Ha-ha-ha. “No, honey, you’re the only one who does that.”

“As I recall, it was usually the other way around.”

“I’ve seen plenty of guns. You have a nice one, but it didn’t make me faint.”

“That’s what you say now.”

“Raphael, I don’t own this phone. Don’t make me break it, because I just gave up my last ten bucks to use it.”

His voice was sweet as honey. “Darling, do you need me to loan you some money?”

“I have never in my life needed you to loan me money. If I was dead, and the ferryman needed a coin to take me across the river to the afterlife, and you had the only quarter in existence, I’d tell you to stick it up your ass.”

People looked at me. This wasn’t going well.

“Andrea…”

“The next words out of your mouth better be work-related or I’ll drive to your office and shoot you in the gut. Repeatedly.”

“Why in the gut?”

“Because it’s painful and not life threatening.” He was a shapeshifter; he’d heal the bullet wounds.

He laughed. He actually laughed at me on the phone. My head was about to explode.

“Why do you want to meet Anapa?” Raphael asked.