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hesitate, and Piper follows closely behind me.
As I pass him, I can’t stop staring. His skin shimmers as though it’s made up of rubies and emeralds, with a metallic pearl sheen on the top layer. His eyes glow a brilliant blue, and his dark hair falls perfectly on his chiseled jaw line. ‘Troll’ is the last word I would use to describe him. His suit is obviously expensive and perfectly tailored to his lean physique.
He shows us into an office where two modern leather chairs await us. Taking a seat across from us, he looks at Piper and then at me before asking, “So what brings a Royal Magistrate into my office?”
I give a half smile. “My name is Tynder Crown, I’m the granddaughter of—”
“Josiah Crown. Everyone knows who the great Josiah Crown is,” he interjects, and I feel myself blush. “I was unaware he had a granddaughter, though.”
“It ends up a lot of people were unaware of my existence,” I mutter.
“That’s a crime in itself. I am sorry to hear about his death,” Walter offers. I’m not sure if it’s the flirtation or mixing it with condolences that makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat. I’m not ready to start thinking about Joe and what happened to him. The only thing I can focus on is this case and eventually looking for clues about who betrayed him.
“I’m here with questions that need answering,” I say directly.
“Excuse me? Is this official business? Should I have my house representation?”
“What she means is you could have valuable information to help us with an open case,” Piper quickly jumps in with damage control.
“I see,” he begins, watching me intensely. I don’t look away from him; I won’t allow him to intimidate me, no matter how much money he is worth, or how sexy I find his eyes. “I’m not sure what on earth I could help with, but I’m happy to extend a hand in any way you might need.”
“I bet you are. Terg Zurank seems to think you can be very enlightening in helping us crack this case wide open.” I waste no time revealing the reason we’re here. The longer I have to look at him, the sooner I might let my curiosity get the better of me as to what he looks like without that suit on.
He laughs, folding his fingers into one another, placing them on top of his glass desk. “I’m sure he does.”
“So you don’t deny you know who he is,” I snap.
“Of course I know him. He’s been trying to compete with me since we were kids. Paranoid little man, he never could get past himself long enough to be truly successful in life,” he explains.
“Not like you,” I sarcastically interject.
“No, not like me. I understand business is just that, nothing personal.”
“Sounds like the two of you weren’t on the best of terms. Is that why you stole from him?” I press.
Walter laughs. “Sweetheart, Terg has nothing I would ever bother with stealing.”
“You just called me sweetheart.” I’m stating the obvious. Everything in me wants to lodge my knee into his pelvis, but I manage to resist the initial urge.
“It was better than the first name that came to mind,” he replies smoothly.
“Look, asshole—” I bark, leaping to my feet.
Piper doesn’t hesitate; she is right there with a hand on my chest, holding me back from letting my temper get the better of me.
“I’m telling you, whatever Terg says I was involved in, he’s mistaken,” Walter assures us.
“We haven’t even told you what he has accused you of, so how do you know he’s wrong?” I ask, leaning around the side of Piper, who isn’t budging.
“Unless whatever he accused me of happened in Dubai, then he’s mistaken.” He grins, watching me for a reaction.
“I don’t understand,” Piper states, looking at him, while keeping a hand on me at all times.
“I’ve been in Dubai on business for three weeks now. My flight just got in this morning.”
I’m speechless. Our only lead and it’s out the window.
“Is there a way we can verify your
As I pass him, I can’t stop staring. His skin shimmers as though it’s made up of rubies and emeralds, with a metallic pearl sheen on the top layer. His eyes glow a brilliant blue, and his dark hair falls perfectly on his chiseled jaw line. ‘Troll’ is the last word I would use to describe him. His suit is obviously expensive and perfectly tailored to his lean physique.
He shows us into an office where two modern leather chairs await us. Taking a seat across from us, he looks at Piper and then at me before asking, “So what brings a Royal Magistrate into my office?”
I give a half smile. “My name is Tynder Crown, I’m the granddaughter of—”
“Josiah Crown. Everyone knows who the great Josiah Crown is,” he interjects, and I feel myself blush. “I was unaware he had a granddaughter, though.”
“It ends up a lot of people were unaware of my existence,” I mutter.
“That’s a crime in itself. I am sorry to hear about his death,” Walter offers. I’m not sure if it’s the flirtation or mixing it with condolences that makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat. I’m not ready to start thinking about Joe and what happened to him. The only thing I can focus on is this case and eventually looking for clues about who betrayed him.
“I’m here with questions that need answering,” I say directly.
“Excuse me? Is this official business? Should I have my house representation?”
“What she means is you could have valuable information to help us with an open case,” Piper quickly jumps in with damage control.
“I see,” he begins, watching me intensely. I don’t look away from him; I won’t allow him to intimidate me, no matter how much money he is worth, or how sexy I find his eyes. “I’m not sure what on earth I could help with, but I’m happy to extend a hand in any way you might need.”
“I bet you are. Terg Zurank seems to think you can be very enlightening in helping us crack this case wide open.” I waste no time revealing the reason we’re here. The longer I have to look at him, the sooner I might let my curiosity get the better of me as to what he looks like without that suit on.
He laughs, folding his fingers into one another, placing them on top of his glass desk. “I’m sure he does.”
“So you don’t deny you know who he is,” I snap.
“Of course I know him. He’s been trying to compete with me since we were kids. Paranoid little man, he never could get past himself long enough to be truly successful in life,” he explains.
“Not like you,” I sarcastically interject.
“No, not like me. I understand business is just that, nothing personal.”
“Sounds like the two of you weren’t on the best of terms. Is that why you stole from him?” I press.
Walter laughs. “Sweetheart, Terg has nothing I would ever bother with stealing.”
“You just called me sweetheart.” I’m stating the obvious. Everything in me wants to lodge my knee into his pelvis, but I manage to resist the initial urge.
“It was better than the first name that came to mind,” he replies smoothly.
“Look, asshole—” I bark, leaping to my feet.
Piper doesn’t hesitate; she is right there with a hand on my chest, holding me back from letting my temper get the better of me.
“I’m telling you, whatever Terg says I was involved in, he’s mistaken,” Walter assures us.
“We haven’t even told you what he has accused you of, so how do you know he’s wrong?” I ask, leaning around the side of Piper, who isn’t budging.
“Unless whatever he accused me of happened in Dubai, then he’s mistaken.” He grins, watching me for a reaction.
“I don’t understand,” Piper states, looking at him, while keeping a hand on me at all times.
“I’ve been in Dubai on business for three weeks now. My flight just got in this morning.”
I’m speechless. Our only lead and it’s out the window.
“Is there a way we can verify your
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