"Touche." He flashed me a grin that was more than nice. "Doesn't change the fact, though. I don't visit clubs. Stripper or wolf."
"You must live a sad and lonely life, Cole Reece."
"Only in comparison to some werewolves. By wolf shifter standards, I'm very outgoing."
Then the wolf shifters had very different standards from the rest of the supernatural community. "Found anything else of note?"
"Dust."
"Dust?"
"Yeah. Not the sort of dust that generally accumulates around houses, either. This stuff appears to be herbal."
I frowned. "There was dust at both Armel's and Bovel's, too."
Cole nodded. "It's been at all three scenes. I'd hazard a guess it's the same, but we won't know until we get the samples to the lab."
"So how is this dust important?"
"That I can't say." He paused to seal the bag. "Shore's safe has been opened, just like the rest of them, though this murder isn't as violent as the second one."
"Maybe because he has closer neighbors."
"Could be."
"You'll let me know if you find anything?"
"You know, you could read reports like a normal person."
I grinned. "But why would I do that when it's so much more enjoyable hearing your silky voice?"
"I'm not ever sleeping with you, you know that, don't you?"
"Facts have never stopped the fun of trying."
He snorted softly. "Will you just get out of here and let me work?"
I gave him a break and left. Once back in the car, I did a search on the strip club that Anna had mentioned. There was nothing on record, but that didn't mean the club didn't exist. It might simply mean that it was one of the underground ones.
And I knew exactly who would know. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket, flicked the vid-button, then rang Ben.
"Hey, how's my favorite werewolf doing?" he said, his smile like snow against the utter night of his skin.
"I thought your sister was your favorite werewolf."
"Well, she is. But I can't sleep with her. You I can."
His blue eyes shone with amusement and my stomach did flip-flops. Ben and I hadn't gotten any further than just being friends, and while the potential to become lovers was definitely there, it would never be anything more. Ben had found, and lost, his soul mate several years ago, and her death had shattered his heart. He might live, he might be marginally happy, and he might enjoy sex, but there could never be anything more for him. Could never be anything deeper.
"I don't think my vampire would be too happy about me sexing you on a regular basis."
"How about a nonregular basis?"
"Not even that, I suspect."
"You have told him I'm harmless, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but he isn't believing it."