Page 37 of Sunshine and the Vamp

And that was if I was lucky.

I stood back up and took a step back from the body and away from Damyr. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to do something stupid.

Like fall for the guy.

Damyr pulled his phone out and dialled a number. I wondered if I’d ever get my phone back. Acheron was probably having too much fun demolishing my nice and orderly life via the wonder of social media. I just hoped that when I got access to my phone again, he hadn’t turned me into a wandering, philanthropic hippie that only visits random places in the back of beyond.

“Hey, doll face, what’s up?”

The female voice was ridiculously bright and chirpy considering it was like stupid o’clock in the morning.

“You’re on speaker phone. I have a… guest.”

“Okay,” she replied, drawing out the syllables. “That’s unlike you. Does your guest have a name?”

“Yes,” Damyr said with a frown.

Jeez, this guy but, heaven help me, I was starting to find that frown utterly adorable. “It’s Benji.”

There was the sound of a keyboard clicking. “As in Benjamin Barrett?”

“Yep,” I said, popping the ‘p’.

“Weren’t you tied up in the basement?” she asked.

“Yep.” I could see Damyr’s expression tightening.

“But now you’re a ‘guest’?”

“Apparently so.”

Damyr growled impatiently. “Can we move on?”

“Sure thing, Boss,” she said cheerfully. “I’m Roxie by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

Damyr huffed. “Roxie, I’m sending you a couple of pics.”

“Ooh, lucky me. Are they at least interesting? The last time someone said they were sending me pictures, Acheron sent me images of his dick.”

“Sorry about that,” Damyr grumbled.

Roxie snorted. “Did I sound like I was complaining? He has a great dick. Those images totally went in my wank bank.”

“Roxie. Speaker phone.” Damyr looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel.

“Sorry, Benji. But if you’d seen his dick—”

“He will never see that imbecile’s cock,” Damyr cut in and I couldn’t help it. A laugh tumbled out of my mouth before I could snatch it back. His eyes narrowed to sharp slits as I tried unsuccessfully to reclaim my giggle.

“Can we get back to the dead body?” Damyr snapped.

Roxie groaned. “That’s not nearly as exciting as talking about dicks.”

I definitely agreed with her on that one.

“I’ve sent Acheron to a dead drop location for you. There’s some evidence in there I’d like you to process. Can you do that for me?”

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