Shamira found Henry waiting in the garage, his head under the hood of the Lincoln Blackwood he loved to drive. "You wanted to see me? At a highly inappropriate moment?" she added, giving him a meaningful glare. She had been in the middle of her "spider therapy" with Banshee when he had crept up behind her and lightly tapped her on the shoulder, freaking her out like nobody's business. Needless to say, she had left that session more freaked out about arachnid's than when she had gone in.

"Yeah" He replaced the dipstick and closed the hood. "Remember Tabitha Grunholdt?"

"One of Shane's donors, right? The judge's wife?"

"Yeah, her."...