“Let me guess,” he grumbled, “you figured it out after Trip's purposeful slip of the tongue before Christmas, right?”
“No, actually,” said Reena. “Trip had nothing to do with it. I researched sazers after one attacked me years ago. You have a public record of juvenile delinquency, Felix. I also found out that you have a childhood diagnosis of Oppositional Defiant Disorder. You have an almost encyclopedic knowledge of anger management, plus the first thing that you do when things get tense is employ diaphragmatic breathing. You father was one, too, right?”
Felix shook his head. “You are a maven, Reena. Why the hell do you do clerical work again?”
“Quit ass-kissing, Felix,” said Terrence. “I'm thinking about that locker room incident with the vampire snitch. You wouldn't let us talk to hi
