“MS. ERIKSSON, I'VE been looking for you.”
Kissera jumped. “What are you doing here?”
Varro stood in the doorway. His black hair was cut short. Like all Investigators, he wore all black. He didn't appear armed, but he needed no weapon to make Kissera's knees shake.
“Let me formally introduce myself. I am Luke Varro. Although you might remember me as Lucius Barrius Varro.”
His accent, out of place in any recent century, made her skin crawl. She knew him all right. She'd never forget those unearthly green eyes for as long as she lived.
“I wasn't sure if Patrick would relay my message to you.”
“Can I help you, Investigator?” Play it cool. Answer with yes or no. Don't give him any reason to arrest you.
“Kissera, we go back far too long to be so formal. Call me Varro.” He entered the a
