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“The teaser turns into a sap. Who would have thought?” I push out the joke, even though his words make me so fucking happy and frighten me at the same time.
“Yeah, just like the grizzly turns into Winnie the Pooh.”
“Your ass will pay for that.”
“Mmm, sounds promising, Teddy.”
“Uri is entering the property,” Serena states.
The warm feeling disappears, giving way to the weight of the current situation.
“The facial recognition works.” Ramiel nods.
Facial recognition?
“Show me,” he orders her. A yellow Hummer appears on the large screen near the front door. It comes down the driveway and stops in front of the house. Then a guy with a head full of dreads lithely gets out and walks to the door.
The chime of the doorbell is not familiar. “What the hell did you do to my house?”
“Brought it into this century,” Ramiel retorts, before telling Serena to let his brother in.
The front door clicks open and Uri strides inside, full of confidence and sex appeal. He stops mere feet from me and just stares.
“The big mamba dick that kept Rami distracted I presume?” he asks.
I keep my unfazed mask as I taunt him, “One of the psychopaths, I don’t presume.”
“Sociopath.” He sounds offended by my assumption. “Raph is the only psycho.”
I raise, yet again, a questioning brow at Ramiel.
He waves his hand in a dismissive way. “They are both on your side, don’t worry.”
“I got rid of the sniper. He had no ID on him and a burner phone. But Serena found him in an FBI database. He was a wanted hitman.”
“Where’s the body, Ariel?” Ramiel asks him like they’re talking about the weather.
“Fucker! For now, it’s fine. I need to go back and get it later from the trunk of his car, which needs to disappear as well. I’ll take care of it, like I did with the others. But this is the last one, Rami.” Uri then turns to me. “You’re a P.I.?”
“Yes.” My succinct answer has the corner of his plump lips hitching up. He makes a humming sound.
“Serena get you the info on Sari’s new boyfriend?” Ramiel changes the subject.
“Not his boyfriend.” His brother scoffs and takes a seat at the table.
“The non-boyfriend-professor who went out to dinner with Sari looks clean.”
“But?” He waits for Ramiel to continue.
“Don’t know, just my spider senses are tingling. I’ll dig more.”
“Sari is your other foster brother, right?” I ask Ramiel.
He nods in response. Uri acts more like a jealous prick than a protective sibling.
Serena talks again. “Michael and Raph are coming.”
“What the fuck? Miphael is here?”
