Chapter 4

“You killed him? Or was it Radney?”

Tony didn’t get to answer before he was swatted on the back of the head. “Ow! Hey, cut it out, Claude! You’re going to detach my retinas or optic nerves or whatever holds my eyeballs in my head.”

“An interesting idea,” Claude mused. “Oh, he’s not dead.”

“Duh,” Tony muttered, earning him another wallop, but he didn’t complain since he had it coming. “He fainted just like a delicate—” Boy, he caught himself in time, and was damn glad of it. “Flower,” he finished with as Chelsea came in through the window. She’d…