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Authors: Joyce Lavene, Jim Lavene
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to die, and you may have all the answers you need. He was a good man-wolf. I should hate to see him go unavenged.”
Sunshine started to thank him when there was a sound above them. Someone else was coming down the stairs into the dragon’s lair.
Chapter Eight
“It is O’Neill,” Aine told her. “He and his partner may have followed us here thinking that we would lead them to the truth.”
Sunshine didn’t ask how she knew who it was before she could see—no doubt the scent of the pair. Bending her head, she began the threads of a magic defense shield that would hide the dragon from the two detectives and four uniformed officers who accompanied them.
“You do not need to hide me, witch,” Caeford roared. “Let them come. I shall slay them all.”
The old concrete pylons shook around them. Dust fell on their heads from the floor above.
“And that’s exactly why you need to be hidden,” Sunshine returned as calmly as if she were giving him a brownie recipe. “It’s part of Purple Door Service. We protect our clients from those who wish them harm, as well as from their own shortsightedness. Be still and let them go, Caeford. Let’s not make this a dragon hunt. We all know how that ends.”
The dragon man was grudgingly silent with only a few smoky breaths that could have given him away. As the police officers entered the sub-basement with guns drawn, there was nothing but a large, empty, concrete cavern. When no real threat was perceived, the officers holstered their weapons as Malto sent them to search the edges of the shadowed perimeter.
O’Neill and Malto stared at the two women they had nearly followed to their deaths.
“Detective O’Neill,” Sunshine greeted him. “Detective Malto. What a surprise. What brings you down here?”
“We could ask you the same thing.” O’Neill stared at Aine. “You two are never far apart, are you?”
“We work together,” Sunshine said. “I could say the same thing about you and your partner.”
“What’s going on down here?” Detective Malto demanded. “What are you two hiding?”
“Hiding?” Sunshine glanced around them. “We’re not hiding anything. We were looking for the long-term parking lot. I’ve been thinking about moving the agency into this building. But the short-term parking is awful. Parking on the street would get to be old after a while. I like the building, but I just can’t see it, can you, Aine?”
“I don’t see anything.” It was the safest answer she could think of since she had no idea what the witch was saying. Anything else could give them away by her ignorance of present-day situations.
“You’re not as dimwitted as you’d like us to think,” O’Neill challenged Aine.
“I’m sure that is true of you as well.”
“I think she just called us stupid,” Malto said. “Isn’t there is a law about badmouthing police detectives?”
“We seem to simply be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Sunshine intervened with a dazzling smile. “I’m sorry you came all the way down here for nothing, detectives. Next time, give me a call, and I’ll tell you what we’re doing. Come on, Aine. Let’s get out of here.”
With nothing to hold them, the police officers and detectives stepped out of their way to allow Aine and Sunshine to ascend the stairs to the next floor.
“What do you think they were really doing down here?” Malto thoughtfully asked her partner.
“I’m not sure I want to know.” He shook his head after taking a look around. “Let’s follow them. There’s something they aren’t telling us.”
“You’re telling me!”
When they’d reached the basement floor, Sunshine used a spell to get herself and Aine out of the building. She was tired of being followed by the police, and there was no harm in getting them out more quickly.
They found themselves on the street next to the purple convertible. It would be a long walk up the stairs to the building’s main floor for the
Sunshine started to thank him when there was a sound above them. Someone else was coming down the stairs into the dragon’s lair.
Chapter Eight
“It is O’Neill,” Aine told her. “He and his partner may have followed us here thinking that we would lead them to the truth.”
Sunshine didn’t ask how she knew who it was before she could see—no doubt the scent of the pair. Bending her head, she began the threads of a magic defense shield that would hide the dragon from the two detectives and four uniformed officers who accompanied them.
“You do not need to hide me, witch,” Caeford roared. “Let them come. I shall slay them all.”
The old concrete pylons shook around them. Dust fell on their heads from the floor above.
“And that’s exactly why you need to be hidden,” Sunshine returned as calmly as if she were giving him a brownie recipe. “It’s part of Purple Door Service. We protect our clients from those who wish them harm, as well as from their own shortsightedness. Be still and let them go, Caeford. Let’s not make this a dragon hunt. We all know how that ends.”
The dragon man was grudgingly silent with only a few smoky breaths that could have given him away. As the police officers entered the sub-basement with guns drawn, there was nothing but a large, empty, concrete cavern. When no real threat was perceived, the officers holstered their weapons as Malto sent them to search the edges of the shadowed perimeter.
O’Neill and Malto stared at the two women they had nearly followed to their deaths.
“Detective O’Neill,” Sunshine greeted him. “Detective Malto. What a surprise. What brings you down here?”
“We could ask you the same thing.” O’Neill stared at Aine. “You two are never far apart, are you?”
“We work together,” Sunshine said. “I could say the same thing about you and your partner.”
“What’s going on down here?” Detective Malto demanded. “What are you two hiding?”
“Hiding?” Sunshine glanced around them. “We’re not hiding anything. We were looking for the long-term parking lot. I’ve been thinking about moving the agency into this building. But the short-term parking is awful. Parking on the street would get to be old after a while. I like the building, but I just can’t see it, can you, Aine?”
“I don’t see anything.” It was the safest answer she could think of since she had no idea what the witch was saying. Anything else could give them away by her ignorance of present-day situations.
“You’re not as dimwitted as you’d like us to think,” O’Neill challenged Aine.
“I’m sure that is true of you as well.”
“I think she just called us stupid,” Malto said. “Isn’t there is a law about badmouthing police detectives?”
“We seem to simply be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Sunshine intervened with a dazzling smile. “I’m sorry you came all the way down here for nothing, detectives. Next time, give me a call, and I’ll tell you what we’re doing. Come on, Aine. Let’s get out of here.”
With nothing to hold them, the police officers and detectives stepped out of their way to allow Aine and Sunshine to ascend the stairs to the next floor.
“What do you think they were really doing down here?” Malto thoughtfully asked her partner.
“I’m not sure I want to know.” He shook his head after taking a look around. “Let’s follow them. There’s something they aren’t telling us.”
“You’re telling me!”
When they’d reached the basement floor, Sunshine used a spell to get herself and Aine out of the building. She was tired of being followed by the police, and there was no harm in getting them out more quickly.
They found themselves on the street next to the purple convertible. It would be a long walk up the stairs to the building’s main floor for the
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