Kanesha had made talking to Loki about what was bothering me impossible, although I knew he wasn’t that mad.

He’d left before he became mad. I was sure of that. But I did remember the story. One of his kids turned into a wolf by Odin so he’d savage the other. And they were, as far as I knew, both dead. Of course, there was also the kid that was a wolf.
Fenris.
The wolf who would devour the sun. The enemy made so by the Aesir’s fear and paranoia. No side was angelic in this. People assumed divine meant good.

I hadn’t done anything bad, though. Had I? Who had killed Mr. Clem? I still had no answer to that question and no answer to who I really was.

Which one did I pursue first? I was ignoring Loki’s baiting to hunt something less smelly than vampires for now.

Who killed Mr. Clem? That was probably the easiest to resolve. I knew it hadn’t been Mike. Mike would have left him alive to arrest.

But…maybe Mike could help me. The cop shop, Saturday morning. I was less uncomfortable each time I walked into the place, less uncertain of myself and what I was doing there.

I opened my mouth to ask if he was around right as he walked out of a back room, then over to me. “What’s up?”
“Privacy?” I was hardly going to talk to him in the squad room lobby. Then I added, “Donuts?”

He laughed and steered me back out the door. “No donuts, but I could use…and am entitled to…a break. What happened?”

“Off the record. Please. I don’t want to end up spending the rest of the day in an interview room. But…Victor Clem.”

“One shot, through the heart. You didn’t do it.”

“No, but only because somebody else got there first. I’m trying to find the somebody else.”

“Victor Clem pissed a lot of people off.”

I shook my head. “Whoever did it, did it because they thought I would appreciate it. I want to make sure they know otherwise before anyone else gets killed.”

“Your demon boyfriend?”

“He denied it. If it was him, that’s a case closed. He’s not coming back any time soon and if he does, I’ll just kick his butt again.” I quirked my lips at him.

“You finally got rid of him. Good.” Mike paused. “You didn’t see him.”

“He fired from behind me. I heard his voice, so I know it was a man.” Or a male, at any rate. “And obviously, a good shot. Ballistics…”

Mike frowned, then abruptly he walked away from the station leading me to follow. “That’s what we’re sitting on. He was shot with a 9mm. With hollow points.”

I knew that was significant somehow, but couldn’t place it. “And…”

“Police bullets. It was a cop that killed Mr. Clem. We just don’t know which one.”