9
Back in my office at UWR, my head hurts with the beginning of a hangover. With the buzzy effects of the alcohol gone, it’s impossible to feel anything other than depressed.
“We can’t beat him,” I say. And then as I collapse into my chair, something else occurs to me. “We didn’t even ask Hermes about Val and Edie!”
“Look,” Tina tells me, her voice kind. “We didn’t ask about Val and Edie because that s**t stain of a god wasn’t gonna tell us anything anyway.” She swipes some papers from my desk and perches on the corner of it. “Also, I have daddy issues too. All the most interesting people do. But Hermes doesn’t get to win.”
“I think he just did,” I say quietly. “We can’t hurt him without hurting his workers, and I don’t want innocent blood on my hands.”
“You’d be surprised how good it
