"Yes. He also suggested that I wring your scrawny neck," he said in a wry voice. "But I'll settle for an update."
I gave it to him, suddenly grateful that Rhoan hadn't shown up. Harris took statements from Jak and Azriel—although Azriel merely backed up what I'd already said—then, as the cleanup team arrived, told us to leave.
I helped Jak rise and we walked outside. I, for one, was more than a little relieved to have gotten off so lightly.
"What now?" Jak said, still cradling his bleeding arm.
I grimaced. "I'm going home to catch some sleep. I think you need to stop that arm from bleeding."
"I meant case-wise."
"I know, but I'm all out of ideas right now."
"What about those photo disks you gave your uncle?"
God, I thought irritably, he was like a rat with a tasty morsel—he just wouldn't let it go. "I have copies in the hands of a computer geek who'll contact me the minute he gets any relevant information out of them. Until he does, we're basically at a standstill."
"I'd love to know how you managed to get those photo disks to your friend without me or your uncle realizing it." Jak paused, his gaze moving past me. "Or did your reaper friend have a hand in that? I'm thinking if he can pop into existence to chase bad guys, it probably means he can transport himself around invisibly."
"He can."
The fact that I could—when I was fit enough, anyway—was something I kept to myself. I trusted Jak, but only to a point. If this whole scenario with Nadler didn't pan out into a decent story, I didn't want him suddenly deciding to do a follow-up piece on me.
"So until your friend comes through, we have nothing, as I said." He rubbed a somewhat bloodied hand across his bristly chin. "I hate it when a story stalls. I might contact a few people and see if there's any whispers on the streets about these murders."
"Let me know me if you uncover anything interesting."
He gave me a wry sort of grin. "I'm hardly likely to do anything else, given the threat your uncle has left hanging over our heads."