Gunmetal Magic(40)
“I have money! I need the site released because it’s a waste of everyone’s time for it to sit there.”
“Two conditions,” I said. “One, all items from the vault are to be stored in the Keep until the end of this investigation. I’ve catalogued them.”
“Done,” Raphael said. “Will send them in under an armed convoy during tech. Two?”
“You still have that invitation to Anapa’s birthday bash tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Is the invitation for you and a friend?”
“Yes.”
“I need to be that friend.”
Raphael paused. “You like Anapa for the murders?”
“Possibly. I tried his office. They wouldn’t let me through the door. He’s got a bulldog in a business suit on staff and she didn’t buy my sweet smile.”
“You mean you showed her your guns and she didn’t faint?”
Ha-ha-ha. “No, honey, you’re the only one who does that.”
“As I recall, it was usually the other way around.”
“I’ve seen plenty of guns. You have a nice one, but it didn’t make me faint.”
“That’s what you say now.”
“Raphael, I don’t own this phone. Don’t make me break it, because I just gave up my last ten bucks to use it.”
His voice was sweet as honey. “Darling, do you need me to loan you some money?”
“I have never in my life needed you to loan me money. If I was dead, and the ferryman needed a coin to take me across the river to the afterlife, and you had the only quarter in existence, I’d tell you to stick it up your ass.”
People looked at me. This wasn’t going well.
“Andrea…”
“The next words out of your mouth better be work-related or I’ll drive to your office and shoot you in the gut. Repeatedly.”
“Why in the gut?”
“Because it’s painful and not life threatening.” He was a shapeshifter; he’d heal the bullet wounds.
He laughed. He actually laughed at me on the phone. My head was about to explode.
“Why do you want to meet Anapa?” Raphael asked.
“Meeting him is secondary to sneaking into his office and looking through whatever dirty laundry he might be keeping in there. Someone had to have known about that vault, because it wasn’t a random robbery.”
“Really? And here I was thinking random robbers strolled by a deep dark hole guarded by people who grow four-inch claws and decided, ‘Hey, I think I’ll go in there and steal things.’”
Bastard. “It’s a good thing that you are so pretty, because you sure aren’t smart.”
“I run a clan and a God damn business,” he growled. “I’m smart enough.”
“Yes, yes.” Raphael’s outrageous hotness was his downfall. People rarely took him seriously at first glance. Instead of listening to the smart things coming out of his mouth, men dismissed him as a pretty face and women concentrated on not drooling. I heard many things said out of his earshot: a player, high-maintenance, beefcake, yummy, and so on. Ruthless businessman and lethal fighter weren’t usually the labels people arrived at until they got to know him better. It was a costly mistake to make. A few weeks ago one of Aunt B’s enforcers forgot that and decided to insult him. Raphael retaliated in kind and she lost her head and attacked him. He landed three killing wounds before she even hit the ground.
Raphael was silent. Probably seething on the other end. This wasn’t getting us anywhere.
“I don’t want to fight,” I said, keeping my voice professional. “I just want to solve this murder. I know this is difficult for us both. Let’s go back to the killers. They came in prepared, they killed your people, and they knew how to open the vault. All that implies prior knowledge and resources. It is very likely that one of the three reclamation companies who bid on that building had something to do with it. I’ve eliminated Bell as a suspect. The Garcias are a dead end for now—something might pan out there and I’ll know more by tonight, but as of this moment, their work site is abandoned and has been for a few weeks. That leaves Anapa. How much paper waste does Medrano Reclamations generate?”
“Enough for the city to charge us for commercial pickup,” Raphael growled.
“Input produces almost nothing. Tomorrow is their garbage day and their Dumpster has half a sack of paper trash, most of it lewd drawings. I talked to a janitor, and he thinks their business is a sham. Apparently Anapa operates out of the office in his house. I don’t like this any more than you do, but his party is my chance to take a look at him and search his office. Believe me, I would rather eat broken glass than go with you anywhere.”