Which I did.
Eventually.
And not before a very long battle against the urge to get up and claim what we both desired.
* * *
The phone woke me hours later. I groped for it blindly, then realized I'd actually left it in my bag, which was still sitting on a nearby chair. But before I could muster the energy to move, it appeared in my right hand.
I opened a bleary eye, and came face-to-face with Azriel. "It is Rhoan," he said, rather unnecessarily. The ringtone informed me of that much.
"Let's hope he has some good news for a change," I muttered, then hit the ANSWER button. Rhoan's face appeared onscreen, and the high-pitched wail of a siren just about blew my eardrum out. I hastily turned down the sound and said, "Please tell me you're on your way to catch the bastard."
"We hope so." If the dark circles under Rhoan's eyes were any indication, he'd been getting even less sleep than me. "And not only do we have a possible location, we have a name."
"How the hell did you discover that?"
"Do you remember suggesting we investigate the warehouse?"
"Yes."
"Well, inside we discovered a marijuana crop that had to have a street value of at least four million. Naturally, there was all sorts of security to protect this investment, including cameras." He smiled. "Actually, your presence must have spooked them, because they were in the process of dismantling and bagging when we arrived. We caught all of them."
Well, at least some good had come out of Dani's death. "I'm gathering the cameras also picked up the coming and going of our killer?"
"Yes. And he wasn't alone."
"If he's blind, it makes sense he'd have an assistant." I paused. "He did have a face, didn't he?"