00 Mayan Thief (The FBI Paranormal Casefiles) by Sabine A. Reed

Author:Sabine A. Reed [Reed, Sabine A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2017-09-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The Temple for the Higher Arts was situated on top of a mountain. It was a beautiful building, white and glossy. Half of it curved under a natural mountain ledge. It was circular in shape, probably so they could pay homage to the sun from all angles. We surveyed the place from far. It wasn’t a good idea to walk into an unknown place when we didn’t have any backup.

“I can see some people trudging in and out of that place. Everyone is wearing white, but I am not sure if they are magic or non-magic,” he said.

When he passed me the binoculars, I looked. It was hard to tell at this distance. If we walked into a hall full of mages, it would likely be impossible to get out alive. But we didn’t have a choice but to go in and check out the scene. “It’s hard to tell from so far. Some of them most likely have possession of magic, but let’s just go in. If Scott Fallon is our man, he isn’t going to confess, we’ll have to make him reveal the truth in some other way.”

It was all false bravado, of course. Scott was a mage, and likely a powerful one if I considered the number of people who considered him their guru. We wouldn’t be able to lift a finger against him. All we could hope was to talk and see if he gave some information that we could use to wrestle an arrest warrant out of the judicial system.

This was insane, of course.

We didn’t have a shred of proof, only theories and conjecture, but it was all we had – and I wasn’t willing to stop now when we came so far.

After walking down the path, we made our way to the temple. It was quite off the beaten track, and anyone who came here did so with the express purpose of meeting Scott Fallon or seeing him. We wouldn’t find anyone who would be on our side.

There would be no support, no backup.

Yes, I was a little afraid. Not for myself. Never. But I didn’t want anything to happen to Bryan.

For a lot of reasons, I’d come to care for the man.

Crazy.

Stupid.

He was just another FBI agent, and yet he wasn’t.

He’d gone to such lengths to aid him, and if I got him killed in response, it would be a poor way to pay him off. We stood at the gate. There was no one in charge.

“I suppose we could just walk in,” he said.

The moment I stepped through, the undercurrent of the magic vibrated through my veins. Scott Fallon definitely had something to hide. He likely knew about our arrival by the time we walked over to the main door of the temple. Up close, the temple was even more impressive. Motifs curled over the pillars, lending them grandeur and opulence. The massive, wooden door was at least twelve feet high, but it stood wide open. We stepped through. Inside, the curvaceous, wide hall boasted a soaring, dome shaped ceiling.

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