"Please tell me you need me."
I blinked. "What?"
"A case. A murder. Anything. Anything at all, just call me in to consult."
I huffed a laugh. "Really? And why should I do that?"
"I'm begging you," Harry pleaded. He really did sound desperate. "Trolls, goblins, werewolves, elves, Bigfoot, anything. I'll take it."
I thought for a second, then came to an epiphany. "Ah. Just not vampires, right?"
His groan confirmed my guess. "Hell's bells, Murph. You have no idea."
I grinned evilly. "Sorry, Harry. There's nothing."
I hung up, and instructed Stallings to not call him about the poltergeist.