Doyle ordered Frost to do so, while he stayed with me. Frost didn't argue; he'd had centuries of orders followed from the other sidhe. It was habit for most of the guards to do what Doyle said.
Doyle let the door close behind us as I dialed Lucy's cell phone. "Detective Tate."
"It's Merry."
"You think of something?"
"How about a witness who says she saw the killers?"
"Don't tease," she said.
"No tease, I plan to put out."
She almost laughed. "Where are you, and who is it? We can send a car down and pick them up."
"It's a demi-fey, and a tiny one. She probably can't ride in a car without being hurt by the metal and tech."
"Shit. Is she going to have problems just coming in the buildings at headquarters?"
"Probably."
"Double shit. Tell me where you are and we'll come to her. Do they have a room where we can question her?"
"Yes."
"Give me your address. We're on our way." I heard her moving through the grass fast enough that her slacks made that whish-whish sound.
I gave her the address.