"It's important to me," he mutters, rubbing his face with both hands. "Important to Rayne, too, for that matter. I can't imagine him running to the press about it; his only interest in your entire scheme as far as I could tell was getting me to shut up about Randall already."
"Randall? I don't read ninety-five percent of the emails that go to my public address, if Ethan wrote in about him before."
"Another one? I've been kind of busy on the public health front and the prime minister let me put anti-car-crash magic on the U.K. last June, what happened?"
His voice wavers. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his clenched fist against his mouth.
"Okay. How many people know Ethan got shot? Did he turn up in the morgue with ID on him, has he got family...?"
"Just me, whoever - did it, and whoever helped him hide the body," he says.
"So - you, Ethan, and some people who'd have to confess to crimes to tell anyone?"
She wishes on it.
It doesn't go.
She frowns at it.
"...How sure are you he's dead?"
"As sure as it gets," he says. "I heard it - I was ten feet away - is your magic not working?"
"It's worked for bringing people back before, and that's not the kind of thing that would change for no reason. You heard it? You didn't, for example, see it."
"Someone got shot, and I heard them arguing first, and Rayne... knew I was there..."
Realization dawns. "That rat bastard," he hisses.
"Well," says Bella, putting the evil away with a flick of her hand, "as long as I'm here, anything else need doing?"
"Yeah, could you drag Ethan back here for me?" he just about growls. "The absolute fucking shit - he did this because I wouldn't email you about Randall, you know, he actually went and faked his own death to get me talking to you."
"Why did he want you talking to me? Is it just about Randall, did he bounce off my filter a couple times and want you to give it a shot?"
"He bounced off your filter once," says Ripper, "two months ago, and apparently his backup plan was to murder his ex-dealer, because of course it was!" He throws up his hands. "Heaven forbid that Ethan Rayne ever do something sane and normal!"
"He hasn't murdered anyone before," Ripper clarifies hastily, and then amends, "that I know of. It's just... not as much of a shock as I'd like it to be."
"Is the ex-dealer a great loss to society of any kind?"
"All right, then he can wait for general admission. You just want Rayne yoinked here?"
"You don't, for example, want him landed out in the hall and instructed to knock."