We were a bit late, but the Council was used to that when dealing with me. Everyone including Carmine was in the lower level, but Letrelle was a no-show.
"It's about time," Keada said in her deep Russian accent.
"I'm fifteen minutes late, Keada. Damn." And this time I had a good excuse. Did she not remember that I'd just had a pack of werewolves in my house? Cut a sister a break!
Keada looked Paul up and down. "My time is just as important as yours."
"Where's Letrelle?" I asked to no one in particular.
Carmine answered. "I doubt that we will see that punk tonight."
I glanced at Paul. "He brought the case and now he doesn't want to resolve it."
"Like Carmine said, he's a punk," Paul said.
"I believe Letrelle would like to sneak into my home and arrange my death," Carmine said. "He
