Gunnar POV
I smelled like a sewer.
That was my first thought.
Not about the murder.
Not the puzzle.
Not even the hidden underground room.
I smelled like a goddamn sewer.
Black sludge still clung to the sleeve of my sweater and had somehow worked its way into my hair. I was already mentally calculating the dry-cleaning amount, asking under my breath, "Who the f**k should I bill this to?"
Then Lily glanced up from her envelope. "You mean to whom should you bill the washing."
I stared at her. "What?"
"You ended with a preposition."
The corner of her mouth twitched. For one horrifying second, I realized she was enjoying this. Actually enjoying it.
Dally snorted.
Ayla tried and failed to hide a smile.
I pointed at the sludge dripping from my sleeve. "I look like I crawled out of
