"Me, too." Phil finished his coffee, then returned the empty cup to the credenza. As a day guard, he was expected to sleep at night so he could be on duty during the daylight hours. He usually slept at Roman's townhouse in the Upper East Side. Phineas and Jack would show up there shortly before dawn to fall into their death-sleep.

"Good night, sir." Phil headed for the door.

"Good night. Oh, I was wondering…" Connor gave him a curious look. "I saw on a monitor earlier that you were talking to Vanda and then she teleported away."

Phil paused with his hand on the doorknob. "She was a little upset."

"Of course she was upset. Three of her former dancers were suing her for damages. Do ye know what Roman decided?"

"He insisted she take another session of anger management."

Connor snorted. "Like that will help. Vanda's been angry for as long as I've known her."

"How long is that?" Phil asked.

"Since Roman became Coven Master and inherited the harem in 1950."

"So she was already in the harem? She must have joined when the previous Coven Master was in power."

"Aye." Connor nodded. "Why are ye so interested?"

"I agreed to be her sponsor."

Connor's eyebrows rose. "Why would ye do that?"

Phil shrugged. "Someone had to do it."

Connor studied him a moment, then shifted his gaze to the monitors. "She left her car behind."

Phil glanced at the monitor that showed the front parking lot. "Which car is hers?"

"The black Corvette. I have the keys."

Phil's heart leaped in his chest. He could see her again tonight. "I'll be happy to return it to her."

"If she wants it, she can teleport back for it. Ye're officially off duty now."

"But I can drop it off on the way to Roman's townhouse," Phil insisted. "I really don't mind."

Connor removed the keys from his sporran. "She's probably at her club."