Part 14 (1/2)
I pushed to my feet. ”If you do think of anything, contact the Directorate.” And if she didn't, someone from the Directorate would follow up with her regardless.
She nodded and wiped a hand across her nose again. I headed out. Cole was kneeling near the victim's head. ”You ever heard of a strip joint called Man Hard?”
”Now why would you think I'd be visiting strip joints?” he said without looking up.
”Uh, because you're a man?”
He snorted softly. ”Being a man doesn't automatically mean I have a preference for visiting strip clubs.”
”Well, being a werewolf doesn't automatically mean I'm a wh.o.r.e, but half the world holds that opinion of us.”
”Touche.” He flashed me a grin that was more than nice. ”Doesn't change the fact, though. I don't visit clubs. Stripper or wolf.”
”You must live a sad and lonely life, Cole Reece.”
”Only in comparison to some werewolves. By wolf s.h.i.+fter standards, I'm very outgoing.”
Then the wolf s.h.i.+fters had very different standards from the rest of the supernatural community. ”Found anything else of note?”
”Dust.”
”Dust?”
”Yeah. Not the sort of dust that generally acc.u.mulates around houses, either. This stuff appears to be herbal.”
I frowned. ”There was dust at both Armel's and Bovel's, too.”Cole nodded. ”It's been at all three scenes. I'd hazard a guess it's the same, but we won't know until we get the samples to the lab.”
”So how is this dust important?”
”That I can't say.” He paused to seal the bag. ”Sh.o.r.e's safe has been opened, just like the rest of them, though this murder isn't as violent as the second one.”
”Maybe because he has closer neighbors.”
”Could be.”
”You'll let me know if you find anything?”
”You know, you could read reports like a normal person.”
I grinned. ”But why would I do that when it's so much more enjoyable hearing your silky voice?”
”I'm not ever sleeping with you, you know that, don't you?”
”Facts have never stopped the fun of trying.”
He snorted softly. ”Will you just get out of here and let me work?”
I gave him a break and left. Once back in the car, I did a search on the strip club that Anna had mentioned. There was nothing on record, but that didn't mean the club didn't exist. It might simply mean that it was one of the underground ones.
And I knew exactly who would know. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket, flicked the vid-b.u.t.ton, then rang Ben.
”Hey, how's my favorite werewolf doing?” he said, his smile like snow against the utter night of his skin.
”I thought your sister was your favorite werewolf.”
”Well, she is. But I can't sleep with her. You I can.”
His blue eyes shone with amus.e.m.e.nt and my stomach did flip-flops. Ben and I hadn't gotten any further than just being friends, and while the potential to become lovers was definitely there, it would never be anything more. Ben had found, and lost, his soul mate several years ago, and her death had shattered his heart. He might live, he might be marginally happy, and he might enjoy s.e.x, but there could never be anything more for him. Could never be anything deeper.
”I don't think my vampire would be too happy about me s.e.xing you on a regular basis.”
”How about a nonregular basis?”
”Not even that, I suspect.”
”You have told him I'm harmless, haven't you?”
”Yeah, but he isn't believing it.”
”You really need to sit down and talk to that man. He's spoiling all my fun.”
I laughed softly. ”And possibly mine.””No possibly about it, my sweet.” His grin flashed again. ”What can I do for you?”
”I need some information about a strip club.”
”Well, the cost of supplying information is having a meal with me.”
”You're just trying to get me into bed again.”
”No doubt about it.” The corners of his blue eyes crinkled with the force of his smile. ”So, how about it?”
”Yes to a late dinner, no to s.e.x. When are you free?”
He paused and glanced away. ”I have a break in forty-five minutes. You want to meet me around at Fuzzball's?”
Fuzzball's was a little cafe not far away from his work. We'd met there once, for lunch, and while the food or coffee wasn't great, it certainly wasn't the worse place that I've ever eaten.
”I'll be there in forty-five.”
”I'll be waiting.”
I grinned and hung up. Almost immediately the phone rang again, but the number wasn't one I was familiar with. Frowning, I flicked the b.u.t.ton and said, ”Riley Jenson speaking.”
”Riley, it's Mike. You said to ring if I had anything else.”
It took a moment for the name to click. It was the street kid-the one with the bright blue eyes and quick mind.