Gina was fuming. She was almost at home but still hadn't been able to calm down. She and Adam had been asked to brief the higher-ups on the progress of their investigation. The captain had been there, the chief and one of his deputy chiefs as well. There had even been a representative from City Hall. He hadn't said a word, but he had listened very closely to everything being said.<br/>It had soon become painfully clear to Gina that they were all much more interested in finding a scapegoat than learning the truth. Unfortunately for her, she had been who they'd had in mind. Adam had done what he could to try to draw the heat of her, trying to share the blame, but they hadn't been biting. She was to be sacrificed on the public altar to placate the media and the scared populace, giving their most experienced investigator more undisturbed time to break the case and save all their necks. She could tell he wasn't the least bit happy about it, but her fall from grace meant that Adam was in the clear. For now.<br/>The most frustrating thing about it was that she hadn't been able to defend herself at all. She had wrecked her car and a material witness last seen alive talking to Gina had suddenly turned up with a slit throat. She couldn't tell them what had really happened, about rape victims turned ghost-vixens or about the terrifying yet strangely intriguing blond man who had chased her, the one who had somehow seemed oh so familiar.<br/>She tried coming up with lies to cover for all the things she couldn't say and they wouldn't believe anyway. But she could hear herself and what she sounded like, she gave them no alternative but to think she was an incompetent disgrace lying to cover up for her many mistakes. When it was over she was actually relieved they hadn't asked for her badge then and there, instead "just" kicking her of the case and strongly "suggesting" she'd take a few weeks off.<br/>She almost cursed out loud as she couldn't get her key to fit into the lock, but then she remembered. New key, new lock, new door. Someone had done a real number on her door a few weeks back, yet hadn't seemed to have stolen anything. She had no idea how she could keep forgeting or why she kept the old key in the first place.<br/>As she tried with the right key she could hear a voice from down the hall.<br/>"Don't bother with that, doll. You're coming with us tonight." She looked up and suddenly everything fell into place. She remembered it all, the Prince, the Hound and why the deputy chief had looked at her like he couldn't quite place her, all of it.<br/>Grinning at her from down the hall was the heavily tattooed skinhead savage called Grendel, his thick fiery mustache the only clue to his hair color. And from the other side came Pretty Boy strolling towards her like he had no care in the world. His attitude and looks, not to mention his tight leather pants, made Gina curse herself for allowing him to have such an effect on her. He wasn't even her type, not really, but with him in the room it was like she didn't even notice other men. Well, with maybe one exception...<br/>"You are going to come with us without starting anything ugly, aren't you?" he said with that silky, hypnotizing voice of his. "If I thought for a second we wouldn't be able to get along it would make me very sad."<br/>Right then and there, for a brief moment in time, Gina felt like there were no other thing in the whole world she wanted to avoid more than making Pretty Boy sad.