questions. When I was an officer, I entertained her with my stories. Back when my stories didn’t involve skinned bodies and demons. I couldn’t shield Talia from all the dangers Chicago offered, but I could shield her from the gruesome details.  

“You sure it’s the case that has you looking exhausted and not something else?”

“What else would it be?”

“How about the British dish you failed to tell your best friend about?”

Heat rushed from my neck to the tips of my ears.

“He’s helping me with this case.”

“He’s helping you with something all right.” She teased.

“Talia,” I chuckled at her facial expressions, despite the uneasy feeling that lingered.

“I’m...

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