“there were a great number of
pups and den mothers killed in this attack.”
“Which means someone pissed off the werewolves.”
"It could be the vampires are fighting each other. It
could be that the werewolves are fighting the vampires."
Killian looked at me, “You said that werewolves attacked
Xiaoming’s apartment while your father was there?”
“They probably thought he was headed over because Xiaoming
actually had the comb.”
“Instead of just information?”
“I learned the man is able to break all world walking rules
I’m aware of and jump in the same plane. All the way from California to
China. I would have assumed he had the jade comb, too.”
Killian gave a low whistle, “Remarkable. I have never
heard of any mortal with that capability.”
“I KNOW! I’m hoping he does a one-day workshop sometime,”
I turned back to the file, “So, either the werewolves attacked Xiaoming’s to
get the comb for themselves…”
“…or they attacked to get the comb for someone they
believed could address their grievances with their enemy…”
“An enemy they already knew was stronger than they are,” I
finished.
“So, who would be strong enough to go after someone strong
enough to kill a den of werewolves?”
“Vampires,” said Killian and I at the same time.
“Jinx,” Killian said. “You owe me.”
I started up the car and aimed us at the McDryads
drive-thru. Say what you will about McDryads, they made a great ambrosia
smoothie. It was already mid-afternoon and dealing with the corpse and the
police report and trying to squeeze some information out of that bastard Frank
was making my stomach growl. I leaned out the window and ordered, “Two
ambrosia smoothies, a Later Gator burger aaaand…”
I looked over at Killian.
“A Shroomwich with curly fries.”
“A Shroomwich with curly fries. That’ll be it.”
Killian started to get some coins out of his purse but I
waved him away, “This one is on me.”
The little pixie flew out of the call box to the window
with my order written on the back of a leaf. Another messenger flew back to
take her place.
I pulled forward and grabbed our food, which was inside a
great big bean pod that had been emptied out and turned into a takeout bag. I
handed it over to Killian who divvied up the goods and unwrapped my burger so
that I could eat it with one hand while I steered with the other.
“I sure wish we knew a werewolf,” I said.
“You do not?”
I bit in and tried, unsuccessfully, not to dribble ketchup
on my shirt.
“God, no, they’re disgusting,” I replied through a mouthful
of beef as half my sandwich fell apart on my lap.
Killian stared at me and remarked, “I am surprised.”
I gave him a look and wiped my mouth, “I got friends in low
places, but nobody that low…”
My voice trailed off as the thought hit me.
“But I do happen to know someone who manages a nice little
bed and breakfast for the scum of The Other Side.”
Chapter 19
We drove over the drawbridge and into the prison courtyard,
the silent stone walls hiding the sentries who probably had us in their sights
since the thought hit my brain.
I pulled up into the “intake” area, which is the same place
where I dropped off the genie in the bottle. I sure hoped that Lacy was on
duty. I didn't have the time or patience to sweet talk my way past some noob.
I pulled into a parking spot and we got out, making sure to
lock the doors behind us. I didn’t need any hitchhikers looking for an easy
way out of dodge.
Lacy was at the counter filling out a crossword puzzle.
She looked up barely long enough to buzz us in.
Lacy is blue. She is not blue as in “sad” but as in
“actually blue”. She keeps her uniform tight, her chi-chis pushed up to her
chin, and her curly sapphire hair piled on her head. Dolly Parton, eat your
heart out.
“Hey Lacy!” I said.
Her attitude totally changed as soon as she saw who I
pups and den mothers killed in this attack.”
“Which means someone pissed off the werewolves.”
"It could be the vampires are fighting each other. It
could be that the werewolves are fighting the vampires."
Killian looked at me, “You said that werewolves attacked
Xiaoming’s apartment while your father was there?”
“They probably thought he was headed over because Xiaoming
actually had the comb.”
“Instead of just information?”
“I learned the man is able to break all world walking rules
I’m aware of and jump in the same plane. All the way from California to
China. I would have assumed he had the jade comb, too.”
Killian gave a low whistle, “Remarkable. I have never
heard of any mortal with that capability.”
“I KNOW! I’m hoping he does a one-day workshop sometime,”
I turned back to the file, “So, either the werewolves attacked Xiaoming’s to
get the comb for themselves…”
“…or they attacked to get the comb for someone they
believed could address their grievances with their enemy…”
“An enemy they already knew was stronger than they are,” I
finished.
“So, who would be strong enough to go after someone strong
enough to kill a den of werewolves?”
“Vampires,” said Killian and I at the same time.
“Jinx,” Killian said. “You owe me.”
I started up the car and aimed us at the McDryads
drive-thru. Say what you will about McDryads, they made a great ambrosia
smoothie. It was already mid-afternoon and dealing with the corpse and the
police report and trying to squeeze some information out of that bastard Frank
was making my stomach growl. I leaned out the window and ordered, “Two
ambrosia smoothies, a Later Gator burger aaaand…”
I looked over at Killian.
“A Shroomwich with curly fries.”
“A Shroomwich with curly fries. That’ll be it.”
Killian started to get some coins out of his purse but I
waved him away, “This one is on me.”
The little pixie flew out of the call box to the window
with my order written on the back of a leaf. Another messenger flew back to
take her place.
I pulled forward and grabbed our food, which was inside a
great big bean pod that had been emptied out and turned into a takeout bag. I
handed it over to Killian who divvied up the goods and unwrapped my burger so
that I could eat it with one hand while I steered with the other.
“I sure wish we knew a werewolf,” I said.
“You do not?”
I bit in and tried, unsuccessfully, not to dribble ketchup
on my shirt.
“God, no, they’re disgusting,” I replied through a mouthful
of beef as half my sandwich fell apart on my lap.
Killian stared at me and remarked, “I am surprised.”
I gave him a look and wiped my mouth, “I got friends in low
places, but nobody that low…”
My voice trailed off as the thought hit me.
“But I do happen to know someone who manages a nice little
bed and breakfast for the scum of The Other Side.”
Chapter 19
We drove over the drawbridge and into the prison courtyard,
the silent stone walls hiding the sentries who probably had us in their sights
since the thought hit my brain.
I pulled up into the “intake” area, which is the same place
where I dropped off the genie in the bottle. I sure hoped that Lacy was on
duty. I didn't have the time or patience to sweet talk my way past some noob.
I pulled into a parking spot and we got out, making sure to
lock the doors behind us. I didn’t need any hitchhikers looking for an easy
way out of dodge.
Lacy was at the counter filling out a crossword puzzle.
She looked up barely long enough to buzz us in.
Lacy is blue. She is not blue as in “sad” but as in
“actually blue”. She keeps her uniform tight, her chi-chis pushed up to her
chin, and her curly sapphire hair piled on her head. Dolly Parton, eat your
heart out.
“Hey Lacy!” I said.
Her attitude totally changed as soon as she saw who I
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