little hitched, as if her right side pained her. That elbow I’d thrown must have caught her in the ribs. I winced. I don’t mind a little of the rough-and-tumble when necessary, but I don’t hit my friends, I don’t hit women, and Andi was both.
“Sorry about that,” I said, nodding toward her. “I didn’t know it was you.”
“And I still don’t know if it’s you,” she replied. “Especially with you dead and all. There are plenty of things that might try to look like Harry.”
“Bob,” I said over my shoulder. “Tell her it’s me.”
“Can’t,” Bob said in a dreamy tone. “Boobs.”
Right. Because Andi was naked. I’d seen her that way before, because that was one of the hazards of being a werewolf. I knew several, and they’d been my friends. When they change form, clothes and things don’t go with, so when they change back, they’re stark naked.
I’ll give Bob this much—the little creep had good taste. Changing into a wolf must be a really fantastic exercise regimen, because Andi and naked went really well together. Although at the moment, I was mostly impressed with her great big, slightly heaving gun.
“Bob,” I said more urgently. I put my hand out, trying to get it between the skull and Andi without actually reaching for it.
“Hey!” Bob demanded. “Dammit, Harry! It’s not like I get much of a chance to see ’em!”
Andi’s eyes widened. “Bob . . . is it really him?”
“Yes, but he works for the bad guys now,” Bob said. “It’s probably safest to shoot him.”
“Hey!” I said.
“Nothing personal,” Bob assured me. “What would you advise a client to do if the Winter Knight broke into her place, fought with her, and cracked two of her ribs?”
“Not to shoot,” I said. “The bullet’s going to bounce and there are way too many people in the apartments around us.”
At that, Andi took her finger off the trigger, though she left it extended and pressed against the guard. She exhaled slowly. “That’s . . . more like what I would expect from . . . from you, Harry.” She swallowed. “Is it really you?”
“Whatever’s left of me,” I said.
“We heard about your ghost. I could even sort of . . . sort of smell you, when you were near. I knew. We thought you were dead.”
“Wasn’t really my ghost,” I said. “It was me. I just sort of forgot to bring my body along with me.” I coughed. “Think you could maybe point that somewhere else?”
“My finger’s not on the trigger,” she said. “Don’t be such a baby. I’m thinking.” She watched me for a moment and said, “Okay, let’s assume it’s really you. What are you doing here?”
“I came for the skull,” I said.
“I’m invaluable!” Bob piped.
“Useful.” I scowled at him. “Don’t get cocky.”
“I know you came for the skull,” Andi said. “Why now? In the middle of the night? Why break in? Harry, all you had to do was ask.”
I ground my teeth. “Andi . . . I don’t have a lot of time. So I’m going to give you the short answer. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“When I break in here and take something from Butters, he’s my victim and of no particular consequence. If I come here and ask him for help, he’s my accomplice, and it makes him a target for the people I’m working against.”
She frowned. “What people?”
I sighed. “That’s the kind of thing I’d tell an accomplice, Andi.”
“Um,” she said, “isn’t that kind of what we are?”
“It’s what you were,” I said, with gentle emphasis. “Bob’s right. I’m not exactly on the side of the angels right now. And I’m not taking you and Butters down the drain with me.”
“Say, Harry,” Bob asked, “who are you up against?”
“Not in front of the eye-stander-bey,” I said.
“Just trolling for info like a good lackey,” Bob said. “You understand.”
“Sure,” I said.
Andi frowned. “Bob isn’t . . . Isn’t he supposed to be yours?”
“I’m not the present owner of the skull,” I said. “Whoever has the skull has Bob’s loyalty.”
“Services,” Bob corrected me. “Don’t get cocky. And right now I’m working for Butters. And you, of course, toots.”
“Toots,” Andi said in a flat voice. “Did you really just say that?” Her gaze shifted to me. “Bystander?”
“If you don’t know anything,” I said, “there’s no reason for anyone to torture you to death to find it.”
That made her face turn a little pale.
“These people think the Saw movies were hilarious,” I said. “They’ll hurt you because for them, it feels better than sex.