“Melchior would like to see you,” said Vincent.
“Is something wrong?” said Kat.
“Melchior didn’t say.”
At least it gave Kat a chance to try out her car. She’d gotten used to a variety of dashboards and gearshifts through borrowing vehicles. Now she could leave it set up for her when she was done and not worry about it.
In Melchior’s s*x shop she said hello to a skinny snake-hipped guy wearing small bird skulls in a necklace. “I’m here for Pink Floyd.” This could quickly start to wear thin if she had to do it too often. Maybe she should get her own dildonic key. Melchior was waiting for her, pacing across the floor. A brown bag sat on the coffee table.
“You okay?” Kat asked.
“Shh, keep your voice down.”
“Danton bugged here now?” she whispered.
“That’s not who I’m worried about liste
