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touch.”
She gave him a narrow-eyed look, indicating
she thought he was full of it. “I’m calling this in. We need a
forensic team.” Her hand slipped into her pocket, pulling out her
cell.
Great, call in the humans to muck up the
job. If he still possessed his glamour, he’d make her forget this
little scene and have her go home, but without his powers, he
allowed her to make the call and hope for the best.
After a few brief words, she finished the
call and placed the phone back in her pocket. “They’re on their
way.”
“Then I’ll be seeing you.” He headed out of
the kitchen and into the living room with Juliet close on his
heals.
“Wait, where are you going. You need to make
a statement.”
“You can handle that end.”
“You can’t leave. You’re a witness.”
He whirled to face her and she slammed into
him. His hands whipped out to steady her, soft but firm arms met
his grip. The woman was in shape. Of course just looking at her, he
could have guessed she took care of herself. Her flawless peach
skin, shiny hair, and curvy figure said it all. “You saw what I
saw. You give the statement. I’m off this case.”
“What do you mean?”
“Leroy hired me to watch his coffee shop.
Leroy is dead. No client. No job.” His shoulders lifted in a shrug.
He didn’t see the point in mentioning Leroy wanted him to meet
someone. Maybe Leroy had meant Juliet. The Watcher had asked her
over for a chat, too. Well, he made the introductions, and he’d go
from there. Case closed.
Juliet’s face turned a nice crimson color of
flushed pink. “You don’t want to know who did this to
your…client?”
“Sure, but it doesn’t mean I want to waste
my morning telling the police what you could easily tell them
yourself.”
“You can’t go.”
His brows lifted. “Am I a suspect,
detective?”
For half a second, she considered it. He
could see it in the way her gaze slid over him as if looking for
one tiny speck of blood. They both knew he’d be up to his eyeballs
in gore if he butchered Leroy.
“Would it be easier if I handed you a
magnifying glass?”
Her gaze riveted to his with a scowl. “Fine,
go. But don’t—”
“Leave town.” A smile tilted his lips.
“No, I was going to say, don’t forget about
the tryouts tonight.”
“Oh, I won’t forget.” He bowed like he would
have in the old days, when Will Shakespeare, Kit Marlowe, and he
would entertain the ladies. He wouldn’t miss practice. It was one
of the bright spots of his day and with Juliet there, he’d also
have the chance to spar with her again. “Until we meet again.”
She shook her head, but he didn’t miss her
sweet smile before she turned away.
Chapter Ten
Zaiden LeGard headed the Guards of
Judgment for the preternatural realm, taking care of rogue
beings that refused to follow the rules when they lived among the
humans. Part of the job included clean up measures. Rogues seldom
left their crime scenes unsoiled.
A disturbing 9-1-1 call to the Orange Police
Department triggered his senses, sounding too much like a
preternatural kill. Zaiden used his glamour, shielding himself from
the humans as he entered the house, ignoring the crime tape
plastered on the porch. If needed, he would do a mind sweep of the
humans involved, erasing their memories of ever being here. He
didn’t like to do this. It took a lot of work and there was always
the chance for a human witness to slip by him, causing another
backlash of problems.
If only one human recalled the evil deed,
the individual’s sanity would be in question. Zaiden had seen it
happen. It was never a pretty sight to witness someone being
dragged away strapped in a special white jacket, courtesy of the
designate mental ward.
Zaiden’s glamour kept him cloaked from the
homicide team doing their job. The bloody gore lining the walls of
the kitchen turned his stomach, and he’d seen some gruesome crime
scenes in his time. This one ranked in the top five of
She gave him a narrow-eyed look, indicating
she thought he was full of it. “I’m calling this in. We need a
forensic team.” Her hand slipped into her pocket, pulling out her
cell.
Great, call in the humans to muck up the
job. If he still possessed his glamour, he’d make her forget this
little scene and have her go home, but without his powers, he
allowed her to make the call and hope for the best.
After a few brief words, she finished the
call and placed the phone back in her pocket. “They’re on their
way.”
“Then I’ll be seeing you.” He headed out of
the kitchen and into the living room with Juliet close on his
heals.
“Wait, where are you going. You need to make
a statement.”
“You can handle that end.”
“You can’t leave. You’re a witness.”
He whirled to face her and she slammed into
him. His hands whipped out to steady her, soft but firm arms met
his grip. The woman was in shape. Of course just looking at her, he
could have guessed she took care of herself. Her flawless peach
skin, shiny hair, and curvy figure said it all. “You saw what I
saw. You give the statement. I’m off this case.”
“What do you mean?”
“Leroy hired me to watch his coffee shop.
Leroy is dead. No client. No job.” His shoulders lifted in a shrug.
He didn’t see the point in mentioning Leroy wanted him to meet
someone. Maybe Leroy had meant Juliet. The Watcher had asked her
over for a chat, too. Well, he made the introductions, and he’d go
from there. Case closed.
Juliet’s face turned a nice crimson color of
flushed pink. “You don’t want to know who did this to
your…client?”
“Sure, but it doesn’t mean I want to waste
my morning telling the police what you could easily tell them
yourself.”
“You can’t go.”
His brows lifted. “Am I a suspect,
detective?”
For half a second, she considered it. He
could see it in the way her gaze slid over him as if looking for
one tiny speck of blood. They both knew he’d be up to his eyeballs
in gore if he butchered Leroy.
“Would it be easier if I handed you a
magnifying glass?”
Her gaze riveted to his with a scowl. “Fine,
go. But don’t—”
“Leave town.” A smile tilted his lips.
“No, I was going to say, don’t forget about
the tryouts tonight.”
“Oh, I won’t forget.” He bowed like he would
have in the old days, when Will Shakespeare, Kit Marlowe, and he
would entertain the ladies. He wouldn’t miss practice. It was one
of the bright spots of his day and with Juliet there, he’d also
have the chance to spar with her again. “Until we meet again.”
She shook her head, but he didn’t miss her
sweet smile before she turned away.
Chapter Ten
Zaiden LeGard headed the Guards of
Judgment for the preternatural realm, taking care of rogue
beings that refused to follow the rules when they lived among the
humans. Part of the job included clean up measures. Rogues seldom
left their crime scenes unsoiled.
A disturbing 9-1-1 call to the Orange Police
Department triggered his senses, sounding too much like a
preternatural kill. Zaiden used his glamour, shielding himself from
the humans as he entered the house, ignoring the crime tape
plastered on the porch. If needed, he would do a mind sweep of the
humans involved, erasing their memories of ever being here. He
didn’t like to do this. It took a lot of work and there was always
the chance for a human witness to slip by him, causing another
backlash of problems.
If only one human recalled the evil deed,
the individual’s sanity would be in question. Zaiden had seen it
happen. It was never a pretty sight to witness someone being
dragged away strapped in a special white jacket, courtesy of the
designate mental ward.
Zaiden’s glamour kept him cloaked from the
homicide team doing their job. The bloody gore lining the walls of
the kitchen turned his stomach, and he’d seen some gruesome crime
scenes in his time. This one ranked in the top five of
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