Proven Guilty (The Dresden Files, #8)

by Jim Butcher

‘No rest for the wicked, Bob,’ I said cheerfully. ‘And that means we can’t slack off either, or they’ll outwork us.’

‘You’re enjoying this. You just love to dance around questions and spring surprises when you know something the rest of us don’t.’ ‘It’s like heroin for wizards,’ I confirmed.

She snorted. ‘I love my job,’ she said. ‘But sometimes it feels like it has an unnecessarily high moron factor.’