Between Walls (The City Between Book 6) by W.R. Gingell

Author:W.R. Gingell [Gingell, W.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2020-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

It took us a while to finish copying the footage—mostly because my muscles were shaking and so were my hands. It seems that as soon as I get used to one level of training and feel like I’m doing well, the psychos up the program so that I’m still gasping at the end of it.

Still, we got there in the end, and by the time Zero came in to check on us with a bit of magic clinging to his fingers like soap-bubbles, I was just packing up the copy I’d made.

“Finished?” Zero asked briefly.

“Yep,” I said.

“Good. I’m getting nothing upstairs. It’s been too long for the enchantments I used: I was right at the first. He’s been gone at least two weeks.”

“Nearly two and a half,” said Detective Tuatu. He sounded very pleased with himself, and I didn’t blame him. “I got sick of skipping back hour by hour so after I woke up, I started skipping back day by day and then refined it once I hit a day when there was a bit of life to the place. See this? This is probably when it all went down.”

“Probably?” Zero’s voice was a rumble of annoyance.

“You’ll see,” the detective said, grinning.

He set the footage running, and at first all we saw was the upstairs game room, empty of anyone and much neater than when we’d gotten there.

“Thought you said there was movement,” I said, but it didn’t need Detective Tuatu’s hiss to make me shut my mouth. A moment later, a tall, thin bloke in a red jumper and blue jeans dashed through the door and hauled the filing cabinet across the door in one swift, mighty motion that was belied by his thinness.

“Not in a wheelchair or anything,” I said dispassionately. “Or crutches. Doesn’t mean he definitely hasn’t got cerebral palsy, but the house isn’t set up for something like that, either.”

“I’m also inclined to think that he was able to lift that cabinet rather too easily,” said Athelas, from the door.

Something croaked behind him, and JinYeong shouldered his way into the room, scowling. The tie frog was cupped in his hands: he threw it at me and I caught it, startled to find how cool and pleasant its fabricky skin felt.

“Change it back,” he said, looming over my chair.

“In a bit,” I told him, perching the tie-frog on my shoulder, where it clung quite happily. “Stop moving so suddenly; you’re scaring it.”

“It shouldn’t,” he said coldly, “be scared. It should be a tie.”

“I don’t even want to know,” said Detective Tuatu, turning back to the computer screen.

I did the same, just in time to see the red-jumpered man sit down at his desk, his chest rising and falling obviously with breath that was too fast. The screen flickered, elongated, and went black.

“Oi!” I said. “What’s that?”

Zero leaned forward in interest, and JinYeong pressed against the back of my chair to do the same, causing the tie frog to shuffle its cool little front pads onto my unprotected neck.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.