“I only bit him a little.”

Drake was pretty sure a werehippo was incapable of biting anything ‘a little’. He gave Saul his best withering look. “I’m sorry, was that before or after the shooting started?”

“After, I think.” Saul shrugged in surrender when Drake snarled at him. “Alright, alright, probably before,” Saul had the audacity to look offended, but really, hippos were pretty much jerks when you came right down to it. “But I really don’t see what that has to do–”

“Maybe because you’re the reason it started?”

“You can’t prove that.”

Which was true, but in this case, “I don’t have to.” Drake grinned a rather predatory grin, which was easy, since bears make pretty darned good predators, and Saul finally started to look worried. “I have all the proof I need sitting in the ambulance, either you need to get better at ‘tying up loose ends’ or your uncle needs to find a new line of work.”

Finally, after all these years, the hippo mafia’s tab was coming due…