had.
He dragged the chair to a different spot and sat down. I smiled at that and started looking through all the info.
The stuff from my side was mostly pictures of everybody who had recently arrived in the area. Other than Jared's picture I only recognized two others. One was Jared's assistant, the other was his muscle, a Badger named Reg. Somebody I usually avoided.
"Has Reg really killed all these people?" I asked trying to goad him as I looked over the stuff.
"Them and more," he smiled craftily.
Smart ass Fox.
"Keep him away from me, okay?" I growled. "Any of his kind of trouble and the other agencies will be all over the place."
"I understand."
"Good"
I fished through the rest of what 'my side' had provided. There was a badge and an ID inside as well. I pocketed those, they might come in handy, and it made me official too.
Next I examined what he had given me. There were several drawings of the statue. One was what it probably looked like without the gems. That was good. Then there was some info on who had sold one of the gems from it. That was good too.
Especially as I knew him.
"Okay, let’s go." I tossed it all in the sink and burned it. Except the one drawing I wanted.
"Both of us?" He looked surprised.
"Sure, why not? Somebody has to pay for my expenses!" I chuckled, rumbling deep in my throat.
"Where to then?"
"This fence who sold the stone, Rundle."
"You know where he is?" He asked surprised.
"You could say that," I chuckled again. "You bring a car?"
"Of course."
"A driver?"
"No."
"Good, give me the keys. I'll drive."
He grumbled a little, but handed them over.
A half hour later we drove into the less respectable part of town. I kept far away from here myself. Too many bad memories.
Things hadn't changed much and I quickly found the alley I wanted. I parked in front and got out. Jared followed.
"Here?" He looked around with disgust. "I think we should go get Reg, and maybe a Marine or two as well!"
"The Marines wouldn't last." I commented as I walked into the alley. Jared followed cautiously.
I followed the route by memory and the door was still there. I checked it, it was unlocked so I opened it and stepped in.
There was a young tiger standing behind the counter with a shotgun. He growled and looked at the two of us. "Get your pampered police asses out of here before I shoot 'em off!"
"Cool it kid. Tell your boss that Penknife is here."
"Penknife?" He asked still growling. "I've never seen or heard of no Penknife!"
"Then I suggest you ask Runner before one gets jammed through you neck," I purred. "We'll wait."
He eyed us both then left the room for a minute. I could hear him use a phone of some kind, but it had some kind of a hush screen on it. I couldn't hear what he said.
When he came back he had a whole different attitude.
"Follow me," he said.
A few doorways later we ended up in a nicely furnished room. It had one occupant, a Pack Rat.
"Penknife! Long time guy! Where you been?" He said getting up and shaking my hand.
"Here and there Runner. How is everybody?"
"Lets see, been a long time since you disappeared. Lev, Kenny and Crants are dead. Crants OD'ed, the others got it in fights. Cherise left town when Lev died, I hear she's doing well. Stoc and Terr both left town and haven't been heard from. Your brother died in a holdup back around when you dropped out. Everybody wondered why you weren't at the funeral. Where'd you go anyway?" He eyed me curiously.
"I was with him," I said quietly. "That's why I didn't come back."
"Oh, lying low?" He grinned.
"No, I got caught."
"Oh!" He said getting quiet. "Nobody saw nothing about it. Sorry or we would have visited you."
"That's okay. I wasn't anyplace you could visit. First offense and all that crap, so they offered me one of those 'deals'. I took it of course and was shipped out immediately."
"So why are you here now?"
"You sold a gem last year, I want to know who you fronted for."
"You know I can't tell you that
He dragged the chair to a different spot and sat down. I smiled at that and started looking through all the info.
The stuff from my side was mostly pictures of everybody who had recently arrived in the area. Other than Jared's picture I only recognized two others. One was Jared's assistant, the other was his muscle, a Badger named Reg. Somebody I usually avoided.
"Has Reg really killed all these people?" I asked trying to goad him as I looked over the stuff.
"Them and more," he smiled craftily.
Smart ass Fox.
"Keep him away from me, okay?" I growled. "Any of his kind of trouble and the other agencies will be all over the place."
"I understand."
"Good"
I fished through the rest of what 'my side' had provided. There was a badge and an ID inside as well. I pocketed those, they might come in handy, and it made me official too.
Next I examined what he had given me. There were several drawings of the statue. One was what it probably looked like without the gems. That was good. Then there was some info on who had sold one of the gems from it. That was good too.
Especially as I knew him.
"Okay, let’s go." I tossed it all in the sink and burned it. Except the one drawing I wanted.
"Both of us?" He looked surprised.
"Sure, why not? Somebody has to pay for my expenses!" I chuckled, rumbling deep in my throat.
"Where to then?"
"This fence who sold the stone, Rundle."
"You know where he is?" He asked surprised.
"You could say that," I chuckled again. "You bring a car?"
"Of course."
"A driver?"
"No."
"Good, give me the keys. I'll drive."
He grumbled a little, but handed them over.
A half hour later we drove into the less respectable part of town. I kept far away from here myself. Too many bad memories.
Things hadn't changed much and I quickly found the alley I wanted. I parked in front and got out. Jared followed.
"Here?" He looked around with disgust. "I think we should go get Reg, and maybe a Marine or two as well!"
"The Marines wouldn't last." I commented as I walked into the alley. Jared followed cautiously.
I followed the route by memory and the door was still there. I checked it, it was unlocked so I opened it and stepped in.
There was a young tiger standing behind the counter with a shotgun. He growled and looked at the two of us. "Get your pampered police asses out of here before I shoot 'em off!"
"Cool it kid. Tell your boss that Penknife is here."
"Penknife?" He asked still growling. "I've never seen or heard of no Penknife!"
"Then I suggest you ask Runner before one gets jammed through you neck," I purred. "We'll wait."
He eyed us both then left the room for a minute. I could hear him use a phone of some kind, but it had some kind of a hush screen on it. I couldn't hear what he said.
When he came back he had a whole different attitude.
"Follow me," he said.
A few doorways later we ended up in a nicely furnished room. It had one occupant, a Pack Rat.
"Penknife! Long time guy! Where you been?" He said getting up and shaking my hand.
"Here and there Runner. How is everybody?"
"Lets see, been a long time since you disappeared. Lev, Kenny and Crants are dead. Crants OD'ed, the others got it in fights. Cherise left town when Lev died, I hear she's doing well. Stoc and Terr both left town and haven't been heard from. Your brother died in a holdup back around when you dropped out. Everybody wondered why you weren't at the funeral. Where'd you go anyway?" He eyed me curiously.
"I was with him," I said quietly. "That's why I didn't come back."
"Oh, lying low?" He grinned.
"No, I got caught."
"Oh!" He said getting quiet. "Nobody saw nothing about it. Sorry or we would have visited you."
"That's okay. I wasn't anyplace you could visit. First offense and all that crap, so they offered me one of those 'deals'. I took it of course and was shipped out immediately."
"So why are you here now?"
"You sold a gem last year, I want to know who you fronted for."
"You know I can't tell you that
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