“We ruined the blue dress, remember?” he said. “We were having sex on the bed and knocked the bottle of cabernet onto it?”

I flashed back right to that sunny afternoon. We had wanted to go to dinner, and I had laid the blue dress on the bed, and then Raphael brought a bottle of wine to the bedroom and did his Raphael thing, and we ended up on the bed ourselves, with the dress on the floor.

Anger bubbled up inside me, mixing with sadness, and a sick feeling that I was falling and falling, and somewhere below, a hard bottom waited for me. I was angry with Raphael. I was angry with myself. I wanted to bite someone or something.

“That’s right.” Damn it. “Okay, I’ll come up with something.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said.

“Much obliged,” I drawled.

“Don’t do your Texas thing on me; it won’t work.”

“I’ve done my thing on you and you quite liked it at the time.”

“Not nearly as much as you liked what we did after.”

I didn’t answer and neither did he. We just sat there, with the phone line between us. We had to stop doing this to each other.

“Raphael, there is something else I wanted to mention. I meant to tell you this yesterday morning, but the appearance of your fiancée knocked me off my stride. From talking to Stefan, I understand there were six people besides you who were there when the vault was discovered.”

“I know where you’re going,” Raphael said, “and I can tell you right now, none of them would betray me.”

“Then this will be very easy. Help me eliminate them. I need to account for every moment of their time from the instant they left the site until four a.m. If they made phone calls, we need to know. If they went to a bar and talked to someone, we need to know. You know them best and I would rather you do it, because my hands are full.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Stefan needs to be checked out, too.”

“I said I would take care of it.”

He would. Raphael was infuriatingly thorough when he wanted to be. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”

“Maybe.”

Bastard. “Seven o’clock. Be there or your site will stay closed.”

“You do understand that if we get caught, the Pack will be blamed. The PAD isn’t going to bother with subtleties like you not being an official member of the Pack or that we’re investigating a murder. They’ll see it as two shapeshifters burglarizing the house. We’re disenfranchised enough as is.”

“I’m aware of that, thank you.”

“Just thought I’d remind you,” he said.

“I appreciate your concern.”

“Fine.”

“Perfect.”