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something about a hippo and a scorpion, like I was on a really bad acid trip… Not that I’d know anything about that.”
    Neith’s eyes were blazing. “You’re sure he was still chained?”
    â€œWhat, you know this guy?” he asked. “He’s…he’s for real ?”
    But Neith was looking to me now. “As I said, Set. Thank the gods he’s still bound and only acting through agents.”
    â€œAnd if he gets free?” I asked, afraid for the answer.
    â€œTake your greatest nightmares and multiply them exponentially. He’s got millennia of scores to settle and ages of pent-up chaos. I can only imagine.”
    Viktor looked at us like we were both crazy. It was nice to have company for a change.
    Hermes, aka Mercury, aka Iemisch, Spider, Coyote, Loki and a gazillion different gods throughout history, had done his best, I thought, to keep chaos alive. I didn’t guess Set was going to be satisfied with that. Oddly, now that I thought about it, Hermes had been associated with about all the trickster gods through the ages and yet Set seemed to be entirely separate…or was he?
    I asked, and Neith answered. “Set was…set apart.” A twist of her lips said she understood the verbal irony. “He was infertile, and so he had no offspring. He was responsible for fratricide and attempted incest and other atrocities. Some sources link him to Typhoeus—you might know him as Typhon—but since Typhon was the Father of Monsters… No, Set’s line stopped with him. Some of his powers were mirrored in others, who took on his attributes, but he was…discontinued.”
    I stared at her in shock. Viktor stared at us both. “ What are you talking about?” he asked.
    Neither of us answered. I had to imagine that being so completely packed away and forgotten had to be the worst torment for a god, one used to being worshiped and revered, especially for a god from a culture that believed in the continuation of life ever after. The rage that must have built up over the millennia…
    No, he could never be allowed free. I had no idea what connection the Roland boys might have to Set, but they were a link at the very least, and one we had to sever. Belief and worship fueled a god’s power, and if they were able somehow to make him strong enough , it was possible he could bust his bonds and we’d be in a world of trouble.
    â€œWhere would they go?” I asked. “Richie and Ian? They came to you, but you weren’t in a position to help. Where else would they go?”
    â€œI don’t know. They have lots of friends…or, at least, people they party with. I can give you some names and numbers, but…do you really think they killed their parents.”
    â€œYes,” I said, meeting his gaze dead on. “I really do.”

Chapter Four
    I’d put it off long enough, but I was going to have to call Armani…again. He had to talk to Viktor. He’d want to take a statement, go over the place, find out if anything was missing or if anything from the Roland crime scene had transferred.
    And he was really going to want to meet Neith, see the photos of the museum crime scene, talk about what happened in Egypt. Luckily, she wasn’t law enforcement. There weren’t going to be any international hoops to jump through. No joint task force and Homeland Security getting all involved. The Roland boys were undeniably human, so she couldn’t even argue that the gods policed their own. If everything went the way it should, which, sadly, it rarely did, she could see about Set and let Armani worry about the brothers. It seemed perfectly fair to me. Armani had already been hurt more times than I could count fighting gods and monsters. Maybe he could sit this one out. But there was no way he was going to let the murders go unanswered.
    The front door to the bungalow blew open right then and two figures suddenly