"May as well. That way, at least I'll actually be guilty of something on the list." Unless he added the smoking indoors thing to it, but that hardly merited an arrest.

Asher wasn't stupid, or not in the way Ray assumed, at least. By then he knew who was likely responsible, even if the detective who probably had trouble detecting the giant nose on his own face didn't. There were plenty of former vampires on the island, but only three that he knew of who were still packing, so to speak. He was one, a member of the IPD was another, and his fucking sister was the third and most recent.

As pissed as he should have been at her, he'd done the same thing when he'd gotten his back. Apparently Stephen was good for something (not that he'd give him credit for it out loud), because none of this had happened when he was the victim.

"Did I say thirty?" Asher asked casually. Then, as promised, without any further warning, his knee shot up swiftly, connecting with Ray's crotch. "I meant twenty."