That was it. She'd found my last nerve and chewed through it with her big fucking mouth. "Yeah? Where were you when I was in Chicago? You ever think about offering to help instead of lying and pumping me for info? Maybe if you'd come clean from the start there would have been three fewer vics!" Yeah, I was going to blame myself for a fucking werewolf going insane and going on a rampage.
"Just go ahead and fucking blame me for anything else you got Harvelle. Anytime you want to swap jobs let me know, think I can handle wrankling PBRs for the boys at the bar." Traffic cracked open enough for me to cut the wheel and get off the expressway. Sat at a red light and drove a couple more miles. It said we were getting closer on the GPS screen. But I asked her anyway. "How much longer?"