"Some help you are," he muttered. "The rates are going up next time you want me to do something."
"You'd be bored to death inside a week if we weren't bugging you."
"That," he said grimly, "is undoubtedly true. Think of me suffering while you're off enjoying yourself somewhere tonight."
"Tell you what—I'll send a bottle of Bollinger for you to drown your after-date sorrows in."
"At least that would give me something to look forward to." His sigh was overly dramatic. "Chat to you later."
He hung up. Two seconds later, my phone beeped, an indication that Stane's information had arrived. The storage locker was located in Clifton Hill and wasn't all that far away from Stane's shop. I shoved the phone back into my pocket, then locked the front door of Wolfgang's house and met Azriel's gaze. "Can you take us there now?"
He stepped close again and wrapped his arms around my waist. I resisted the temptation to snuggle deeper into his arms, and a heartbeat later we were zipping back through the gray fields.
We reappeared near the intersection of Hoddle Street and the Eastern Freeway exit. The self-storage premises couldn't be missed—it was a three-story brick building that had been painted in orange and blue stripes, with a huge white lock on the front of it.
"How do you plan to access this locker?" Azriel said.
I scanned the building and noted the cameras placed strategically around the perimeter. Undoubtedly, it would be a similar story inside, and that meant it might be wise to indulge in a little face-shifting. If Genevieve Sands was connected to Nadler, then they might be keeping an eye on who went near their storage locker. It wouldn't be hard to do—anyone with the right sort of knowledge would be able to hack into the security system. The last thing I wanted was for them to see how close we were. We didn't need another possible lead closing down before it led to anything—or anyone.
"I guess how we approach it depends on who is at the desk," I said eventually. "If it's male, I'll flirt. If it's female, you flirt."
He raised his eyebrows. "The last time we did something like that, you stomped out in what I believe you would call a snit."
"It wasn't a snit," I replied, amused. "It was mere annoyance. You were flirting with a stranger at a time you were refusing to do anything with me."
"I am still not doing anything with you."
"That's true." I gave a mock sigh. "God, it's been so long, I can hardly even remember what a kiss is, let alone sex."