Chapter 91

Levi choked on his end of the phone and Priya's eyebrows shot into her hairline. Even I wasn't sure where that had come from.

"I could spare fifteen minutes," he said.

"A glowing recommendation."

"And have five left over after I'd gotten you off."

"If I was that hard up," I said, "I'd visit the laundromat with the rattly dryer and do the job myself. Gavriella's workplace. Houdini me into looking like her so I can pay a visit and see what shakes out. Someone there might know Evil Wanker."

"That's a brilliant idea. While you're there, you can pick up a shift, make a couple bucks in tips," he said.

I drew a picture of a dick on the whiteboard and gave it blue eyes. "It's a lead and we're sparse on those. Besides, Gavriella might have left personal effects behind in a locker, given she didn't intend to be abducted."

"I'm sure the motorcycle gang owners of the place will be reasonable about returning them. Or not holding a grudge about being left in the lurch."