Mozart's "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" allegro flowed through the speakers and I sighed in relief. It meant Harry was in what passed for a good mood.

"You done with Mitra's case?" Harry stabbed at the keyboard with two fingers, his version of typing.

"I need the daeva's horn."

His bushy, bristly eyebrows shot up. "No."

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

He looked up at me. "The daeva is coming to retrieve her property tomorrow. I'm not going to ...