"Damn straight. And I don't think they'd listen to me either, but YOU I have to try with."

Her girlfriend smiled, then sighed.

"I can't really do much with researching unless they have police reports in braille." She stood up.

“But I can get you guys coffee.”

"Listen," Ed said, “you guys really shouldn't —

“Be any more involved than you were going to let Heda be?" Billy observed, grabbing another file.

Ed slapped his hand on a folder that Joanna was trying to grab.

"You don't want to do that sweets."

“But ——"

“No, that one has pictures."

Joanna pulled her hand away, though she let it trace across Ed's.

"Okay," he said, then handed the bottle of wine to Madison.

"Coffee with two sugars."

“That is an interesting theory," King Reichert said, looking quite tired on the other side of the desk. Edgar, Heda, and Carla had dropped by. Edgar was an official representative, Carla was involved and thought she might jog Reichert's memory about something, and Heda...

Heda just needed to feel like she was doing something.

"The other option is that he wants to be king or is claiming to be a king, but this feels right to me," Edgar replied.

"Which begs the question, is there anyone you know who might want you dead?"

"I am a shifter monarch," Reichert replied.

"So the answer is a lot of people."

"Any feuds that come to mind? Something connected with the University?"

Reichert looked thoughtful.

"Nothing comes to mind."

"Okay, you've been working here for how many years?"

"Four. I did some seminars here before that, but four years as full time faculty."