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comments would do me no favors here. I needed to tread carefully. But I do hate authority, and this guy reeked of it. He also reeked of loyalty and duty, one of those men who follows orders first, then thinks later, if at all. Not the type to question his betters, even when necessary. “Care to elaborate?” He demanded.
    “Well, I assume that you mean that you didn’t just receive it, but that you also read it, or were the contents above your pay grade?” The man kept his face a cool mask, devoid of any emotion, not rising to my bait. But I could tell that inside he was practically ready to stomp his feet and throw a tantrum. He nodded.
    “Obviously, I read it. Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor, by the way, but if I was facing my impending doom as you are, I might be flippant as well.”
    I nodded. “Nothing else much to say. As entertaining as this has been, I’m glad we got this all sorted out in a professional matter without me having to lay waste to your seven dwarves. So, can you be a good man and return me to the bar? I’m thirsty.” I smiled.
    He arched a brow at me in disbelief. “Only the guilty or disrespectful would be scared to elaborate on the report that you emailed us from the free email account [email protected] .”
    I kept my face deadpan. “The other numbers were taken so I used seventeen. I had security issues, so set up the free account to get word to you and no one else. Seemed legit. My other choice was [email protected]. ”
    Jafar quivered slightly. “We thought it was a prank until we saw the other reports. You should have come to explain yourself. For example, you didn’t mention that black magic had been used on an acquaintance of yours. Peter. An old friend, if our intelligence is correct. Using dark magic on Peter to shut down his brain for a night is a crime punishable by death. That wasn’t in your report. But I’m sure if you could produce Peter to tell us his side of the story, we could at least clear up that charge from your growing list of crimes. We have been unable to do so on our own. Almost as if he disappeared. Permanently. Which would also be a crime.”
    I hid a nervous gulp. How had they found that out? Worse, did they know it was I who had used the dark magic on Peter? “I never found out who did that, or else it would have been in my report.”
    The leader studied me for a moment, a look of resignation on his face. “Anything else you forgot to mention?”
    “No.” I answered too quickly.
    “Hmm. What of the bar fight tonight?”
    Damn it. They had obviously been tailing me. “I didn’t start it… on purpose. I spilled someone’s drink. Then everyone freaked out. But it’s okay. I finished it.” I added with a dark grin. “Since when do bar fights concern the Academy?”
    “Since it involved Nate Temple. The rumored author of the coalition of supernaturals here in St. Louis. Imagine our shock upon hearing that. One of our own was not only outing magic, but was forming a fan club with a renegade were-dragon. At a national convention.” I scratched my several day growth of beard.
    “Well, that wasn’t really my idea. I got bamboozled into it. I never said a word about it. To anyone. Check the records. I was declared an author of it, but nowhere will you find me talking about it to anyone. It was the Dragon Father’s idea of putting me in a corner. And nobody puts baby in a corner.” I glanced around the room waiting for a laugh. The mindless thugs stared back with their stupid silver masks. “Seriously? Nothing? Have you guys even heard of movies? Philistines! Regardless, it didn’t work out too well for Alaric Slate.”
    “Yes. I’m glad you brought that up. We seem to have a new Dragon Father. A Black Dragon to be precise. A messiah of some kind to them. The Obsidian Son. And again, you were directly involved.”
    I shrugged. “St. Louis is a happening place.”
    “Enough. We have been requesting your debriefing