“C’mon, you can’t honestly expect me to believe a guy like you survives with no nookie.”
“What the hell is nookie?”
“If I didn’t know better I would have thought you lived in a cave. A celibate cave.”
Okay, so nookie was what he called sex. With language like that, I was sure he never got any. “I have sex.”
“With women other than Targets?”
“I’m not going to discuss my sex life with you,” I said, pulling a bottle of water out of the stainless-steel fridge.
“That’s code for yes.” He sighed. “You’re wasting that body.”
I grinned. “I guess not having a body makes getting some pretty hard.”
“Yeah, well, I make up for it when he lets me have a body for a while.”
Speaking of G.R. “What did you find?”
“Nothing. It was business as usual at his place, Escorts coming and going, security guards patrolling. The most exciting part was when the chef cooked his steak wrong and he ordered pizza.”
“How was that exciting?”
“I haven’t had pizza in a while, either,” he mumbled.
“Was he still home when you left?”
“Yeah, but he was getting ready to go out. He was going to some dinner with the rich people. I don’t know how he manages to never accidentally touch someone.”
“Maybe he doesn’t,” I replied.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean maybe if he does accidentally kill someone, he just covers it up. I mean, it’s the perfect crime scene—if you could even call it that. The cops certainly wouldn’t with no fingerprints, no blood, and no sign of a struggle. They would likely call it a heart attack and drag the poor dead sap off to the morgue.”
“Yeah, well, I guess that wouldn’t be too hard of a stretch considering I don’t have a body and you kill people professionally.”
“Touché.”
“Anyway, he was going to be gone most of the night.”
“Good, let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“To his house. I’m assuming you can get us in?” The way he just let himself in here minutes ago must mean he was good at picking locks. I was too, but I wasn’t practically invisible.
“What the hell do you want to go to his house for?”
“To search it. You know a man like him has got to have some skeletons mixed in with all those bodies in his closet.”
“Man, you don’t really think that someone like the Reaper is just going to leave his business out for anyone to find, do you?”
“Nope, but I don’t mind digging around until I find it.” I pinned him with a hard stare. “And you’re going to help me.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“For starters, you don’t want him to know about your little visibility problem.” I reminded him. “But also because you need a body and he has a hoarding problem.”
