"Brust," Pendleton said, and sounded offended on Uther's behalf. It made me shave years off Pendleton's age, or he'd joined the force later than he looked. His offense was civilian businessman offense, not cop offense.
Uther laughed his rumbling chuckle. "No, I'm not just another pretty face."
Brust actually gave a little smile. "Then by all means help us move these fine citizens back."
Pendleton looked from one man to the other, puzzled that they'd somehow bonded. I understood it. Uther knew what he looked like, and he hated it when people pretended that he didn't. He liked people who honestly weren't bothered by his appearance, but the ones who were bothered but pretended they weren't always made his hackles rise.
"Come on, big guy," Rhys said, "let's see if we can clear out some of this crowd for the nice policeman."
Uther smiled down at him. "I don't think you're going to be much help, little man."
Rhys grinned up at him. "One of these days I've got to take you into a mosh pit."
Galen made a happy sound. "Only if I get to go," he said.
"What is a mosh pit?" Saraid asked.
Cathbodua surprised us all by answering. "It's an area at a music concert where people dance oddly and often get hurt." She gave a small smile of her own. "I think Uther in one of them would be worth seeing."
"I didn't know you liked modern music," I said.
"I doubt you know much of anything that I like, Princess Meredith."
I could only agree. Uther moved out in front of us and the reporters did back up, because he was simply that physically intimidating, but some of the reporters started asking him questions. Again, they seemed to believe he was this Constantine person.
Rhys and Galen stayed wedged on either side of me, with Brust in front, Pendleton in back, and Saraid and Cathbodua to the sides and back of all of us. Sholto stayed at my side as Julian did on the way up, but there was still no hand holding, not until we were clear of the crime scene.
Uther finally came to a stop, because the press was so thick that it was either stop or start stepping on people. Brust used his shoulder mic, probably calling for more help to clear the crowd. I was going to be persona non grata at crime scenes after this, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Uther tried to make things better. "I am Uther Boarshead. I work for the Grey and Hart Detective Agency. I do not make films."
One female reporter shoved a recorder at him, and said, "Your tusks are bigger than his, more curved. Does that mean that other things are bigger, too?"
I asked Rhys in a low voice, "What kind of movies does the other guy make?"
"Porn," he answered.
I stared at him.
Rhys grinned, and nodded. "Yep."
"Recent films?" I asked.
"Apparently the films are popular. The big guy has been getting asked for autographs and propositioned when he's in public."
I stared at him in horror, because Uther was a very private person. I couldn't think of many things that would bother him more. I also couldn't think of a way for it to stop. Most people would just see the outer packaging, and this Constantine was probably the only other Jack-in-Irons in L.A. It was like being the body double for Brad Pitt. People wanted it to be him, and so they didn't believe you when you said that it wasn't.
"I take it his costar is fey, not human," I said, moving in close to Rhys so the reporters just feet away wouldn't hear.
"His main leading ladies, yes, but he's done some with humans."
I looked at Rhys, and his one eye sparkled with appreciation of my surprise. I said, "Rhys, I couldn't be with Uther and not be hurt, and I'm only part human."
"My understanding is that the humans are more fluffers and foreplay."
Galen leaned in and said, "I don't know, I thought the fey-on-fey films were more shocking. Watching all that go on in such a small place ..." He made a face. The sidhe are not easily squicked, so the fact that he made that face said a lot about the squick factor of the film.
"You watched them?" I said.
"Uther wanted to see them, and he didn't want to watch alone. He invited the men at the agency over to sort of hold his hand."
I wanted to call and tell Lucy what we'd learned from Jordan but I didn't dare do so this close to running recorders and sharp-eared reporters.
Sholto drew me in against his body abruptly. Saraid's hand just appeared and was holding the arm of a man with a tape recorder in his hand. "Please, do not touch the princess," she said, in a voice that did not match her brilliant smile.
"Sure, sorry," he mumbled.
She let go of his arm, but he stayed so close to Galen that if we did get to move forward he'd have to move so Galen could step forward at all. The reporter said, "Princess Meredith, what do you think of the reporters going through the window of your cousin's deli?"
"I hope no one was hurt."
A woman screamed from just in back of him, "Meredith, did you ever sleep with Uther?"
I just shook my head.
A wave of policemen moved in and began pushing them back, helping us move forward. Sholto kept me pressed against him. Shielding me from as much of the cameras as he could. I was happy to be moving, and happier not to be trapped with the questions. I was used to sex questions about me and the men in my life, but Uther and the other detectives at the agency, except for Roane, whom I'd actually dated, were off that list. I liked it better that way.
Chapter Thirty-three
Uther rode in the far back of the Suv with his knees tucked to his chin and his upper body bent until his head was almost between his shins. He looked squished and totally uncomfortable. Jeremy had driven him to the scene in the van, where he fit in the back, but the boss man had to stay behind and continue to try to help the police. I sat in the middle seats with Galen on one side and Sholto on the other. Saraid rode in the small jump seat that was the last seat in the back, which was one of the reasons Uther was wedged so close. Cathbodua rode in front with Rhys. I turned as far as the seat belt would let me so I could see Uther.