The whine of Glenn’s window cracked my eyelid, and the increased wind made my almost-dry hair flutter against my cheek. My red curls stank, the scent of burnt amber obvious in the tight confines of the car. No wonder Newt was bald.

Glenn cleared his throat, sounding decidedly peeved, and I shut my eyes. I knew he wasn’t happy with me, thinking I’d taken on the entire coven without letting even my roommates know. “This wasn’t my idea,” I said, bracing my knee against the door when we took a turn. “I didn’t mean to do this. It just happened.”

Glenn cleared his throat again, this time in disbelief, and I opened my eyes and sat up. The passing streetlights lit his face to make him look older than he was. Tired. “Backup would have increased your chances of getting that wacko,” he said tightly, accusingly. “Now he’ll be twice as hard to find.”

Guilt warred with fear, and my teeth clenched. I couldn’t tell him I had been summoned into Tom’s basement from the ever-after and I thought I was a demon. My elbow went to rest against the door, and I cupped my chin in my hand. “It was an accident,” I muttered. “I was working on something with Trent—”

“Kalamack?” The FIB detective glanced from the road to me and back again, his dark hands gripping the wheel tighter. “Rachel, stay away from him. He holds a nasty grudge and has a lot of money.”

Crap, I miss my dad. My breath came and went. Maybe I could give Glenn some of the truth. “I was helping Trent with an ongoing project—”

“The same thing that killed your fathers?” he asked, and I shrugged.

“Sort of. I was in the ever-after, and I got pulled into a demon’s summons by mistake. I showed up in Al’s circle, and when I got out, I let them have it.” Breathe in, one two three. Breathe out, one two three four. “Trent is still stuck there.”

“In the ever-after? Damn it, Rachel,” Glenn whispered, and I stared, drawn by the unusual curse coming from him. “Does anyone else know he went there voluntarily?”

Glenn’s worried expression came at me in flashes of streetlight, and my eyebrows rose. I’d never dreamed this might look like me getting rid of Trent. Though the press labored under the assumption that we were secret lovers, everyone in a uniform knew we hated each other. That I continued to take his money was just weird. “His bodyguard,” I said, not knowing how Quen was going to react. “Ivy and Jenks. My neighbors—the ones that don’t exist?” I finished dryly.

Glenn’s grip shifted, and I knew he wanted to reach for the radio and call something in.