Chapter 172

"Levi," Veronica said insistently.

I blinked at him dumbly for a second, willing my brain to switch gears. Then I shook my head at Veronica. "Is she okay?"

He motioned me inside the office and shut the door. "Yeah. He cornered her after work to see if Gunter had finished Alfie off. Mayan tried to go along with it, but Jonah figured out Gunter was gone. He flew into a rage, demanding to know how."

"Did she tell him about me?" That's all I needed. An angry necromancer with insider knowledge of my secrets.

"No. She maced him and fled." He rubbed a hand over his inky black hair, sending it into disarray. "She's safe now, but I want him locked up. Miles still can't track him down, so you'll need to follow up with Moran."

"Right. Of course. I'll..." My brain stuttered and went blank. The bolted cylinder lock and set of pick tools were on the coffee table, sitting on top of another Sherlock Holmes collection.