Harry stopped arguing, but not glowering. He dropped the bills on the table, and started to get up. With warning looks and growls aimed at him, he dropped back against the sofa. Muttering under his breath, Harry disabled the wards. "Mouse, get the door."
The dog lurched to his feet and used his jaw to pull the steel door open.
"Thanks for the help, doc," Harry said. "The advice, I'll see what I can do with." It's not like he planned to get shot, but things had a way of happening in his line of work.