Fire.”
“It’s as clean as a whistle,” Fire defended. “Don’t you want to find out if Mr. Fishman is the demon Maverick warned us about?”
Rio ran his hand down his face. “Yeah, but—”
“Then no buts.” Fire shut the car door and walked around to the rear of the vehicle. With a quick scan of the parking lot, Fire pulled the trunk open. It was just as clean as the inside of the car, except for one thing. There was a black combination briefcase tucked to one side and held in place by some black netting found in most trunks of cars.
Did demons carry briefcases? Fire snatched it from its resting spot and then slammed the trunk closed.
“What’s that?”
“Evidence.” They both dropped down when a truck rolled by them. From his pounding heart and dry throat, Fire knew being a thief was not his forte. He wasn’t sure how anyone could do this all the time. His damn stomach was in knots.
Rio glanced over the end of the car before standing. “How do you know that’s evidence? He is the principal. It could just be paperwork.”
“Or the remains of whoever he killed could be in here.” Fire raised the case and shook it. Rio quickly grabbed Fire’s arm, yanking it down.
“Are you trying to show everybody what we stole?” Rio pulled Fire away from Mr. Fishman’s car. They headed toward Rio’s vehicle. He opened the driver’s door and then took the case from Fire, tucking it under the driver’s seat. “We’ll see what’s in it after work.
Right now we need to get to our classes before anyone notices that we’re not there.”
For a fierce predator, Rio was a nervous wreck about breaking into somebody’s car. His sheltered mate was probably shitting baby Rio’s Fire
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panthers in his pants right now. The guy needed to get out more often.
He was wound up so tight that Fire was waiting for the man to crack.
They entered the school and hurried to their classes. Fire might have been inwardly joking about Rio, but hell if he wasn’t sweating bullets. When all his students were in their seats, Fire closed the door.
This was a different class this morning. Fire had six in all.
“Okay, kiddies. Today we’re going to work on beadwork.” Fire pointed to a little girl with light-brown pigtails. “Suzy, can you please bring me the tray of beads and the string.” Fire hadn’t been lying to Rio when he said the kids were growing on him. He was learning art right along with them, and strangely enough, it was fun—although he could do without the kids that liked to shove things into different orifices. Today he had Lisa in his class. She was famous for shoving things in her nose.
How anyone could think it fascinating to shove something up their nose was beyond Fire. He was going to have to watch her. Once he got the beads separated into the little plastic cups, Fire began cutting the string for all his students. “All right, everyone can get a cup.” Fire dropped a piece of string inside every cup. “And if everyone can learn to make a necklace without shoving one of these babies up their noses”—Fire held up a cup and jiggled it, the noise drawing everyone’s attention—“then I was thinking about working with clay tomorrow.”
The kids erupted in excited chatter as they took their seats and began to make necklaces. Lo and behold, Lisa was trying to work a red bead up her nose. Fire rolled his eyes. “Take it out, Lisa.”
She quickly removed it and started to make her necklace. Fire was going to have to remember not to touch that one .
His ass clenched when he saw Mr. Fishman peering into the glass like a villain waiting to strike. Fire pretended that he didn’t see the principal as he continued to help the kids with their project. The portly man made Fire nervous now that he knew the guy could 86 Lynn
Hagen
possibly be the highly sought demon. He thought about the black briefcase and was dying to run out there and crack it open.
Principal Fishman opened the door and cleared
“It’s as clean as a whistle,” Fire defended. “Don’t you want to find out if Mr. Fishman is the demon Maverick warned us about?”
Rio ran his hand down his face. “Yeah, but—”
“Then no buts.” Fire shut the car door and walked around to the rear of the vehicle. With a quick scan of the parking lot, Fire pulled the trunk open. It was just as clean as the inside of the car, except for one thing. There was a black combination briefcase tucked to one side and held in place by some black netting found in most trunks of cars.
Did demons carry briefcases? Fire snatched it from its resting spot and then slammed the trunk closed.
“What’s that?”
“Evidence.” They both dropped down when a truck rolled by them. From his pounding heart and dry throat, Fire knew being a thief was not his forte. He wasn’t sure how anyone could do this all the time. His damn stomach was in knots.
Rio glanced over the end of the car before standing. “How do you know that’s evidence? He is the principal. It could just be paperwork.”
“Or the remains of whoever he killed could be in here.” Fire raised the case and shook it. Rio quickly grabbed Fire’s arm, yanking it down.
“Are you trying to show everybody what we stole?” Rio pulled Fire away from Mr. Fishman’s car. They headed toward Rio’s vehicle. He opened the driver’s door and then took the case from Fire, tucking it under the driver’s seat. “We’ll see what’s in it after work.
Right now we need to get to our classes before anyone notices that we’re not there.”
For a fierce predator, Rio was a nervous wreck about breaking into somebody’s car. His sheltered mate was probably shitting baby Rio’s Fire
85
panthers in his pants right now. The guy needed to get out more often.
He was wound up so tight that Fire was waiting for the man to crack.
They entered the school and hurried to their classes. Fire might have been inwardly joking about Rio, but hell if he wasn’t sweating bullets. When all his students were in their seats, Fire closed the door.
This was a different class this morning. Fire had six in all.
“Okay, kiddies. Today we’re going to work on beadwork.” Fire pointed to a little girl with light-brown pigtails. “Suzy, can you please bring me the tray of beads and the string.” Fire hadn’t been lying to Rio when he said the kids were growing on him. He was learning art right along with them, and strangely enough, it was fun—although he could do without the kids that liked to shove things into different orifices. Today he had Lisa in his class. She was famous for shoving things in her nose.
How anyone could think it fascinating to shove something up their nose was beyond Fire. He was going to have to watch her. Once he got the beads separated into the little plastic cups, Fire began cutting the string for all his students. “All right, everyone can get a cup.” Fire dropped a piece of string inside every cup. “And if everyone can learn to make a necklace without shoving one of these babies up their noses”—Fire held up a cup and jiggled it, the noise drawing everyone’s attention—“then I was thinking about working with clay tomorrow.”
The kids erupted in excited chatter as they took their seats and began to make necklaces. Lo and behold, Lisa was trying to work a red bead up her nose. Fire rolled his eyes. “Take it out, Lisa.”
She quickly removed it and started to make her necklace. Fire was going to have to remember not to touch that one .
His ass clenched when he saw Mr. Fishman peering into the glass like a villain waiting to strike. Fire pretended that he didn’t see the principal as he continued to help the kids with their project. The portly man made Fire nervous now that he knew the guy could 86 Lynn
Hagen
possibly be the highly sought demon. He thought about the black briefcase and was dying to run out there and crack it open.
Principal Fishman opened the door and cleared
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