The FBI? He must be confused. Captain Munoz is New Orleans police, not federal government. “The DPD are calling in immune law enforcement to get the woman who attacked me, but it’s not—” “The FBI liaison called twenty minutes ago. They’re sending a team from New Orleans on the eight o’clock shuttle to Donaldsonville.” Jin-Sang turns his attention to the cat in my basket and absentmindedly reaches down to scratch Gimpy behind the ears. Amazingly, the Gimp’s glittery green eyes narrow in pleasure and a garbled, mucus-y rumble that might be a purr fills the air. It figures the bastard would bond with someone equally evil. Or maybe it’s just Jin-Sang’s cat-anus mouth that’s fooled Gimpy into thinking the man is one of his kind. I cross my arms and curl my lip at the spectacle Gimpy’s making of himself as he rolls over and offers Jin-Sang his belly. “There was a murder. I’m sure the FBI is—” “It is the Fairy Investigation division, not normal FBI.” His words give me pause, just as he knew they would.
