CHAPTER FIVEKISSERA HUFFED. THEY'd been arguing for the past hour and Lucifer was working her last nerve.
“It's not going to work,” he said for the third time.
“I've been in the antiques business for decades. I have connections.”
“You think I don't?” He said it with such smarminess she wanted to smack him.
“Maybe they'll talk to me instead of you. You can come across as a little...”
“I get results. Which you won't. Don't waste our time,” Luc said.
“You don't know a damn thing about the results I can or can't get. Why don't you step aside and let me handle this?” Kissera slipped a black tote bag onto her arm and glared at Lucifer.
“Where are you going? I should go with you.”
“Out of the question. I'll do this my way or not at all.”
“Well, maybe I should just let you go off all ha
