"What canister? Where?" Jules asked, abandoning his post at the door to step over closer. His eyes were half closed like he was turning thoughts around and around in his mind.
"That's a surprisingly good question," Boner said.
"Thanks," Jules said sarcastically.
"You're welcome," Boner, said, as if he missed the sarcasm altogether. "Howdidthe gas get there?"
"It was left under the table by one of my staff. All Hypnos had to do was pretend to adjust his shoe. He opened it under the tablecloth and left."
"What a sneaky bastard," Boner said. "I thought he looked sus as fuck when he walked through the door."
"You could have said something," Cass told him.
Boner shrugged. "Who am I to point fingers at other people? Believe it or not, some people might suggest I'm sus as fuck."
No one took that bait.
"It's true what they say," Archer said. "It really is hard to find good help."
I snorted softly.
"Which one of them was it?" Cass asked, leaning down to press my cheek to his. "For the record, it wasn't me."
"Of course it wasn't," Jules said. He glanced around at all of us as if daring us to contradict him.
We didn't. We all knew where Cass' loyalties lay, and it wasn't with someone like Hypnos.
"I don't know who it was," I admitted. "It could be Yvette or Shelly. Maybe both. I have no idea. Hypnos wasn't forthcoming with specifics."
I wanted to stab him again for not being clearer. I'd asked, but he told me it didn't matter, since I'd never see my restaurants again.
"Now that's a mindfuck," Boner said. "If we accuse one, we could accuse the wrong one. If we kill them both, we could be killing someone who's innocent. If you don't, and they’re both guilty…"
He didn't need to finish that. If they were working against us, we couldn't leave them alive. How would we know which one it was though? Was it one, or both of them?
We couldn't fling accusations around, not when it was possible one of them hadn't done anything at all. Enough innocent blood had been spilled already.
"It turns out Getzoff wasn't working with Hypnos," I said with a sigh. "He really was trying to find a serial killer."
"He found a few of them," Boner said cheerfully.
"It didn't do him much good," I said. "He still ended up dead." I curled and uncurled my hands, but I swear I could still feel his blood coating my fingers.
I used him as bait and he'd paid the price. And what for? Hypnos would have come after me anyway. He knew who I was. Chances were, so did Zeus. He could be planning something as we sat here talking.
We were going to have to go after him and quickly.
"You can't open Angel's Rest today," Cass said firmly. "Not when one of your staff might have betrayed you."
"Yes, you should." Boner started smiling slowly. "I have an idea."
CHAPTER 25
HARLOW
"Idon't know about this," I said, trying to focus on making ravioli. Shame there were no bits of Hypnos in it.
"It'll be fine, trust me," Boner said. "Take a deep breath. You know what you have to do."
