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as far as anybody on the outside was concerned, but in reality, it was a front for the OIAтАФthe
Otherworld Intelligence AgencyтАФand I was one of their Earthside operatives. Lackey, if I wanted to be
honest.
I glanced around. Still early. No customers. Lucky me. We had leeway to talk in private.

"All right, what's going on?" I sniffed, aware of a pungent odor that was emanating from Chase. At first I
thought he must have just come from the gym. I'd smelled a lot of things off of him in the past: lust,
testosterone, sweat from his workouts, his ever-present addiction to spicy beef tacos. "Good gods,
Chase, don't you ever take a shower?"

He blinked. "Twice a day. Smell something you like?"

I raised one eyebrow. "Not so much," I said, trying to pinpoint what the smell was. And then I realized
that the odor coming off of him was fear. This was not a good sign. I'd never smelled this much worry off
of him before. Whatever he had to tell me couldn't be good.

"I've got some bad news, Camille." He cut to the quick. "Jocko's dead."

"You have to be kidding. Jocko can't be dead." Jocko was a giant and an OIA agent, albeit just a tad
vertically challenged. He barely cleared seven three, but there was nothing wrong with his biceps.
"Jocko's strong as an ox. What happened? A bus hit him?"

"Actually, he's been murdered." Chase looked dead serious.

My stomach lurched. "Well, hell. What happened? Some jealous guy find out Jocko was fooling around
with his wife and shoot him?" It had to be. No normal human could take down a giant without a
big-assed gun, not even one Jocko's size.

Chase shook his head. "You aren't going to believe this, Camille." He glanced around the store. "Are we
alone? I don't want any of this getting out until we know exactly what we're dealing with."

Usually when Chase wanted to discuss something in private, he was trying to get under my skirts, but I
found it easy to resist his charms. Chase wasn't my type. For one thing, he was obnoxious as hell. For
another, he was an FBHтАФa full-blooded human. I'd never slept with an FBH and had no incentive to
start doing so.

Dressed to the hilt in black Armani, Chase stood six one, with wavy brown hair and a smooth Roman
nose. He was handsome in that casual way that suave men have, and when my sisters and I first met him,
we thought he might have a little Faerie blood running in his veins. A thorough background check had
quashed that idea. He was human to the core. Good detective. Just lousy with women, including his
mother, who was constantly calling him on his cell phone, asking him when he was going to be a good
son and pay her a visit.

"Where's Delilah?" His eyes flashed.

I grinned. I knew just what he thought of my sisters, although Delilah startled rather than frightened him.
Menolly just creeped the poor guy out, and she usually did it on purpose.

"She's out on a case. Why do you want to know? Worried she's going to jump out and say boo?" Delilah
didn't mean to alarm people, but she walked so softly she could sneak up on a blind man and he wouldn't