"NOW THAT WE'RE SPEAKING again, why did you want to leave the museum so quickly?" Rhys poured himself a cup of tea from the steaming pot.
Mina stood in the corner, hands in her pockets, having a staring contest with Grey, who'd claimed the other seat. She glanced at him, which Grey took to mean she conceded defeat as he set to cleaning himself.
"Why did you?" she asked. She hadn't taken her coat off; she didn't intend to stay, though she also wasn't planning to head out on patrol, regardless of what she told Rhys. She had a promise to keep.
"Fair enough. I'd met Mr. Windrow, the owner of the collection, before. It was not a friendly parting."
"That's cagey." She shifted to lean against the arch that led into the living room.
"I took something from him that he wanted. Your turn — what
