Senator Foreman’s voice was stern and tight, laced with disapproval through and through. “High jinks, mostly.” I was sitting in my suite in the Palazzo, in bed. Management had comped us the cost of the place for the night. I’d done some delicate manipulation of Century’s telepath by twirling her exposed bones around, and she’d helpfully kept the swarms of LVMPD that came to investigate from remembering to check the security feed. In return, I’d stopped twisting her tibia. It was not exactly my finest hour, but when you’re tasked with keeping a secret, sometimes you have to use whatever means you have at your disposal. “Actually, always high jinks.” I felt a frown coming on. “How’d you even know I was here?” “Las Vegas PD called the Minneapolis FBI field office to verify your credentials,” Foreman’s terse reply came from the other end of the line. “Because apparently you trashed a casino.” “That is an exaggeration.”
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