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evidence do its work.”
    â€œEvidence?”
    â€œWell, yeah. We’re not going to go the way of the pool boy. When I manage to lure the illustrious Mrs. Dailey into physical pleasures surpassing her wildest dreams, there’ll be a camera rolling. We’re going to record this for posterity, then go to the press. Full exposure, full takedown. No more radio empire preaching to the masses to return to pure, decent ways. Even her husband’s political campaign will be marred, thus opening the door for some liberal upstart to take his place and help get this area back into the corrupt rut it so desperately longs for.”
    â€œGee, it’s all so neat.”
    He eyed me. “You doubt the plan’s brilliance?”
    â€œI don’t know. I appreciate the ballsy factor here, but I think this is kind of out-there, even for you. I can’t imagine Dana Dailey’ll go down so easily.”
    â€œLeave the going down to me.”
    â€œYour ego’s out of control.”
    He laughed and pulled me to him. His arms felt good around me. Familiar. Reassuring. “Admit it. That’s why you love me.”
    â€œYeah, you’re like the brother I never had. One that doesn’t set my hair on fire.”
    His eyes sparkled wickedly. “And once again, you’ve jumped ahead of me. I want you to see me in action on this—not to mention keep me company while I’m in town. You’ve got to come visit—as Mitch’s sister.”
    â€œWho?”
    Bastien suddenly stood up and shape-shifted. The familiar features morphed, leaving no trace of the rakish incubus I knew. Six-two and broad-shouldered, he now had dark blond hair and sky blue eyes, his face only just losing its pretty boy aspect and giving way to the sizzling promise of an experienced, confident man in his early thirties. When he smiled, those perfect teeth lit up a room.
    He winked at me. “Mitch Hunter,” he explained in a suave, movie-star voice. No accent now.
    â€œYou got an equally cheesy title to go with that? ‘Mitch Hunter, MD’ or ‘Mitch Hunter, Private Investigator?’ Seems appropriate.”
    â€œNah. I’m a consultant, of course. Everyone’s favorite nondescript yet well-paid white-collar job.”
    â€œYou look like you need a golf club in one hand and a burger flipper in the other.”
    â€œTease all you want, but Dana won’t be able to resist this. Now”—he gestured for me to stand up—“let’s see what you can do.”
    â€œAre you joking?”
    â€œDo I look like I’m joking? If you’re going to come visit me, you’ve got to put on some family resemblance.”
    I rolled my eyes and stood up. After a moment’s study of his features, I shape-shifted my petite body into a taller, more athletic one with long blond hair.
    He scrutinized me, then shook his head. “Too pretty.”
    â€œWhat? This is perfect.”
    â€œThat body’s unreal. No one looks that good. My God woman, that ass.”
    â€œOh, come on. You don’t think Special Agent Mitch Hunter’s sister isn’t the type to spend two hours a day on a stair-climber?”
    Bastien grunted. “You’ve got a point there. At least lose some of the hair. These suburban types go for boring and practical.”
    â€œYeah, but I’m not suburban. I’m your hipper, more stylish—”
    Someone knocked at my door. He glanced at me questioningly.
    â€œOh! It’s Seth.”
    I changed back to my normal body, and Bastien did the same. I opened the door.
    Seth Mortensen, best-selling author and professional introvert, stood outside my apartment. Clad in a Frogger T-shirt and corduroy jacket, he seemed to have forgotten to brush his hair again. It was messy and brown with a faint coppery cast, mirrored in the perpetual five o’clock shadow across his lower face. His lips turned up in a smile upon seeing me, and