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I didn’t touch the bruise. It wouldn’t help. “Let’s just say I was relying on police backup and they were late.” Which was true, and I still wanted to know where the hell Ramirez had been while I’d been playing lone ranger. I like policemen, but I knew the comment would please Harpo.

It did. He smiled a quick baring of teeth that flashed wolf fangs in the thickness of his beard. He had definitely been spending too much time in wolf form. There was a low murmuring voice, male. Harpo turned to look over one massive shoulder towards the voice. Then he turned back to me. The smile was gone.

“Boss says you were invited but not the others.”

I gave a very small shake of my head because a big one would have hurt. “Look, Nicky invited me here. He said I could bring friends. I brought them. I’m here before ten in the fucking morning. I came down here to talk about our common problem, not to be dicked around at the door.”

“This ain’t dicking around,” Harpo said, hand cupping his groin. “I can show you dicking around.”

I held up a hand. “Fine, my mistake for using the wrong word. I didn’t come down here to be stopped at the door.”

He was still rubbing himself, getting into it or trying to piss me off. He’d succeeded on the last. I was so not standing here with forty-plus stitches in my back watching some werewolf ape jack off before I’d even had coffee.

“I am too tired for this shit,” I said.

He started to get a little body language into it, smiling at me.

I raised my voice so it would carry into the open door of the bar. “I am not going anywhere today without my friends here. If you’re waiting for me to give in on that point, then we’re wasting each other’s time.”

There was no answer from inside the bar. Harpo had gotten a little hip action into his show. I’d had enough. “When the monster sucks your life out, Nicky, don’t worry. It doesn’t really hurt. Have a nice day.”

I turned to my friends. “They’re not going to let us see Nicky.”

Edward nodded. “Then let’s go.” He made a small motion, and Bernardo and Olaf moved off down the sidewalk. Edward lagged a little behind with me. I think we were both hoping that Harpo would call my bluff. Except it was only partially a bluff. We could have forced our way in there with weapons, but Nicky wouldn’t talk at the end of a gun. I needed a dialogue, not an interrogation.

I started walking away. Edward fell into step behind me, but kept an eye on our backs. I wasn’t flexible enough to do much back trailing without turning my entire body around which was awkward. Besides I trusted Edward to watch our backs.

I admit there was a tension between my shoulder blades, waiting for Harpo to come running out and say come back, let’s talk. But he didn’t. So I kept walking. Olaf and Bernardo were beside the Hummer waiting for Edward to unlock the doors.

We were actually getting in the car when Harpo appeared on the sidewalk and started to walk towards us. He looked unarmed, but not happy.

I sat in the seat, and closed the door. “Start the engine,” I said.

Edward did what I told him.

Harpo started jogging towards us waving those big arms. Some shapeshifters run like their animal counterparts, all grace and God-given motion. Harpo was not one of those. He ran awkwardly, as if he hadn’t done it in a while, at least not in human form. It made me smile.

“You just wanted to see him run,” Edward said. “Petty.”

“Yeah, it’s petty. Fun though,” I said.

He put the car in gear, and Harpo put on a burst of awkward speed. He got to the car as Edward was starting to pull away. He actually slammed a big meaty hand on the hood.

Edward stopped. My window glided down, and I looked up at Harpo. There was sweat beading on his naked chest. His breath came harsh and too quick. “Fuck,” he said.

“Did you want something?” I asked.

“Boss says—that you can all—come inside.” He was leaning his hands against the Hummer while he got his breath back.

“Okay,” I said.

Edward pulled the car back into the curb while Harpo moved so there was room. We all got back out of the car. Harpo was still not breathing right.