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dinner. Deal?”
    He smiled. “Deal.”

    Adam has more money than I can explain for a government employee. His house is huge, by Center City standards, and doesn’t share walls with the houses around it. Which is a good thing, considering just what his neighbors might hear if they were too close.
    The scent of garlic and peppers and Italian spices hit me as soon as I stepped through the doorway, and I took a deep, appreciative breath. My mouth started watering immediately, and I almost forgot the distasteful price of admittance.
    Dominic was in the kitchen, naturally. I saw the kitchen table was set for three, and I gave Adam a dirty look.
    “You were that sure I’d come, huh?”
    He grinned. “Only an idiot would pass up the chance to eat Dom’s chicken cacciatore.”
    At the stove, Dominic chuckled. He was modest by nature, but I knew how much he appreciated the praise.
    “It’s almost ready,” Dominic said over his shoulder. “Want to pour the wine, Adam?”
    “None for me, thanks,” I said, holding up my hands. I’ve never been able to figure out the appeal of fermented grapes.
    Adam poured for himself and Dom, then pulled out a chair for me. I gave him another dirty look—I was good at those. He shrugged and took his own seat. When Dom brought the food to the table, I followed like a dog desperate for table scraps.
    I should have known Adam wouldn’t honor our agreement to wait until after dinner to talk shop. Unpleasant conversations never seemed to sully his appetite, unlike mine.
    “I presume Andrew isn’t contradicting our story, or you would be in a more agitated frame of mind,” he said.
    I stuffed my mouth with chicken so I didn’t have to answer right away. And I took my time chewing, too. I probably should have kept right on eating. He couldn’t force me to talk when I wasn’t ready. But then, maybe I’d find talking to him easier with Dominic’s cacciatore to help it go down.
    “He knows how important it is to keep the truth to himself,” I said when I finally swallowed.
    “Good.” Adam shared a look with Dominic. One of those looks that suggested they knew something I didn’t.
    “How much did you get to talk to him?”
    I narrowed my eyes. “Why don’t you come right out and ask me what you want to know instead of beating around the bush?”
    He shrugged. “Okay. I was wondering how much he knows about what Raphael learned during their years together.”
    That thought didn’t exactly bring a smile to my face. It hadn’t even occurred to me to ask, but of course there were many questions we had for Raphael—questions he hadn’t been willing to answer. Odds were, he’d kept Andy from learning anything he didn’t want him to know—a demon could prevent its host from seeing or hearing when it wanted to. But then Raphael had expected to be in Andy until Andy died, so perhaps he’d been careless. Of course, Andy hadn’t volunteered any information.
    “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Things were kind of awkward and emotional.” Especially once my parents made their appearance. “We didn’t really talk much about what happened.”
    Adam and Dom shared another one of those looks, and I had to grit my teeth to resist the smart-ass comment I wanted to make. It was never a good idea to let Adam know when he was getting to me.
    “It’s occurred to me that we aren’t the only ones who might suspect Andrew knows more than he should,” Adam said.
    The delicious chicken turned into a lump of lead in my stomach. “You think he’s in danger?”
    Adam shrugged. “Maybe. It’s hard to know. We have every reason to believe that we’ve wiped out the cell that Raphael had infiltrated. If that’s the case, then there’s no one who knows just what a VIP Andrew was hosting. And what that VIP might have wanted to keep secret.”
    My stomach cramped again. “Except Raphael.”
    Raphael had returned to the Demon Realm when he’d fled my brother’s body, but he’d intended to