Gunmetal Magic: A Novel in the World of Kate Daniels

His eyes lit up. “Oh!”
    Slapping my lawyer was not in my best interests either. I turned to Jim. “You put a detail on my apartment?”
    “The second you became a target,” he said.
    Well, that just took the cake. I tilted my head. “So good of you to let me know, cat. I’d hate to mistake my babysitter for a threat and accidentally shoot him.”
    Jim blinked.
Ha!
I had managed to surprise the spy master.
    “So these are new furnishings?” Barabas said, his face pure innocence.
    “Don’t tempt me, Barabas.”
    The two bouda women made big eyes at the portrait of Aunt B on my shelf.
    “Lovely decorations,” Sandra offered and bit her lip, obviously straining not to laugh.
    “Yes, the way the light here plays on Aunt B’s face is very nice,” Lucrezia added.
    “Fuck you, Lucrezia,” I told her.
    Sandra groaned and the laughter burst out of her mouth. She doubled over. Lucrezia dissolved into giggles.
    By tonight, not just the Pack, but the shapeshifters in Canada would know what Raphael had done to my apartment. I would murder him.
    I crossed my arms on my chest and turned to Jim. “Is there a reason for all of you coming here?”
    “Yes,” Jim said. “Why do you have your computer on the kitchen table?”
    “This is a long conversation.”
    “I have time.”
    We sat down at the kitchen table and I briefed him on last night while Derek made more coffee for everyone. I explained Anapa in broad terms, the Bone Staff, the volhv, and the knife. At the end, Jim nodded at the computer. “Kyle, see what you can do with that?”
    A beefy guy who looked like he bent steel rods for a living sat down at the computer, opened a small briefcase, hooked up some box with blinking lights to the tower, and his fingers started flying over the keyboard. He winked at me, still typing without looking at the keyboard.
    “Gloria has no fingerprints on file,” Jim said. “No driver’s license, no city permit for her shop, nothing. She just showed up one day and set up her trinket bazaar.”
    “And nobody cared because it was White Street?” How did he know all this?
    Jim nodded. “How can I make your life easier?”
    If we didn’t have an audience, I might have hugged him. “Gloria and her friends likely murdered Raphael’s people. First, I need to canvas White Street and the Warren and shake some information out. How often was she at the shop, who came to visit her, when did she leave, what did she drive, where she went, and so on. Basic legwork. Second, I need to establish Anapa’s whereabouts.”
    “You still like him for this?” Jim asked.
    “There’s something weird about him. I have a gut feeling that he is up to his ass in this mess, but he probably wasn’t working with Gloria. Third, I need a ritual knife expert. I left a message for Kate, so that should be taken care of if I can tear her away from Curran’s side for five minutes.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” Jim said. “I’ll check in with you as soon as we know something.”
    Someone knocked. This was my day for visitors apparently.
    “Hold on,” Jim said and nodded at the door.
    Derek walked to my door. I heard it open and then Derek’s voice said, “Come in, Detectives.”
    Barabas hid behind the wall in the kitchen.
    Collins and Tsoi entered my living room. Two uniformed officers followed and Derek brought up the rear. The cops stared at the shapeshifters. Jim and Company stared back.
    “What are all of you doing here?” Collins finally asked.
    “I could ask you the same thing.” Jim kept his voice calm.
    “We need to speak to Nash,” Tsoi said.
    “By all means,” Jim said. “We won’t be in the way.”
    “We’d rather do this down at the station,” Collins said.
    “Is my client under arrest?” Barabas said, stepping out in plain view.
    Collins grimaced. Tsoi rolled her eyes.
    “You didn’t have to jump out like a jack-in-the-box,” Collins said.
    “But I know how much the two of you love surprises. I’d like to see the warrant, please,” Barabas said.
    Collins locked the muscles on his jaw.
    “No warrant?” Barabas smiled.
    Tsoi was looking around the room, doing the math. Ten shapeshifters vs. four cops. Suddenly everyone’s face turned grim.
    “All this would go away if you cooperated,” Collins said.
    “We’re willing to cooperate, if we get full disclosure on the antique dealer case with access to evidence,” Jim said.
    “Not happening,” Tsoi said.
    “Your call.” Jim shrugged.
    Collins