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is behind smuggling those BabyDragon pills in the Smooshies. What did you find out?” Margery looked at Reed.
    “I have agents looking into it.”
    Well, that wasn’t the answer she was expecting. “Did you talk to Smythe?”
    “I have a meeting with him this week.”
    This week? Nothing like getting right on that. “Are you afraid of spooking him?”
    “I am the soul of discretion,” Reed said.
    Carolyn snorted and then shrugged off the evil glare he sent her way.
    “I don’t trust the politics of the situation,” Margery said. “If we give him too much warning, he’ll close up shop and open it somewhere else. Our best chance of catching him is finding out what he owns in Quebec and searching each place for his lab.”
    “It’s the best chance of risking your life,” Remy stiffened and said. “I don’t like it.”
    “He’ll be coming after me anyway,” Margery said. “Once he finds out that a Queen was in his cargo hold, he’s going to wonder what I know.”
    “Maybe I should pay him an unofficial visit?” Casimiro said, cracking his knuckles.
    Margery shook her head. “That won’t work. I don’t want to tip our hands just yet. I need to speak to his clients and his associates. Find out what makes him tick. Then maybe we’ll sneak into his headquarters and confront him.”
    “I cannot condone breaking and entering,” Reed said.
    “Noted,” Margery said. So that was his official stance. Unofficially, she didn’t think he’d try and stop them.
    “I can put you in touch with his former administrative assistant, who worked on the Smooshie promotion,” Carolyn said.
    “Today?” Margery asked eagerly.
    “Let me text her.” She put her hand out for Casimiro’s phone. “She’s been a little busy lately.”
    “Is it necessary to stick your tongue out like that when you text?” Reed asked as they all watched her.
    “I’m a professional. Don’t try this at home. There.” The phone buzzed. Carolyn read the message. “Crap ass! Viola’s in the Keys with Sergei. But they said they’ll come back tomorrow to talk to us.”
    “You didn’t text anything about Smythe and the Smooshie, did you? It’s an unsecured cell phone,” Reed asked.
    “I hinted that we had some dirt to dig on her former boss. She could be our insider on this.”
    Reed nodded, drawing her to him in a swift hug. “Good job.”
    “Well, we’re going to stay at their farm. You guys are welcome, too. It’s huge,” Carolyn said. “Only you can’t eat the sheep. Viola keeps them for their wool.”
    “I’ll be staying here,” Remy said.
    “Of course you are.” Casimiro rolled his eyes and held out his arm. “Let’s take to the sky, my love, and shake off the dust from our wings.”
    “I can’t shift,” Margery said in a small voice.
    Casimiro pulled her close and buried his face in her hair.
    “That’s enough,” Remy said, grabbing his arm and wrenching it away from Margery.
    Casimiro pivoted and flung Remy fifty yards into the forest. Then Casimiro turned back to her. “You smell like a Queen. Why can’t you fly?”
    “I was badly injured, and I’m still recovering. It’s very hard for me to shift,” Margery said, nerves claiming her. “Maybe I’m broken. Maybe I’ll never fly again.”
    “I’m sure this is only temporary, my heart. I’ll carry you in my jaws. You will be as safe as a babe. I will treat you like a delicate eggshell.”
    “No,” she said.
    Remy stormed out of the forest.
    “Casimiro was just leaving,” Margery said to Remy before he could launch himself at Casimiro.
    “I will not go far,” Casimiro vowed and leaned in to kiss her.
    Margery turned her head, and he got her cheek.
    “Until tomorrow, my Queen.”

Chapter Six
    Remy watched the embassy team fly away, glad to see the back of them. Margery’s eyes lingered a little too long on that asshole Casimiro. He didn’t want to be jealous of the singer. It wasn’t as if Remy had ever wanted the spotlight, but maybe