Death & Desire: A Snarky Urban Fantasy Detective Series (The Jezebel Files Book 2) by Deborah Wilde

Death & Desire: A Snarky Urban Fantasy Detective Series (The Jezebel Files Book 2) by Deborah Wilde

Author:Deborah Wilde [Wilde, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Te Da Media
Published: 2020-03-09T00:00:00+00:00


Priya spent the night at Kai's so by the time we reconnected at the office on Wednesday morning, I was setting up a whiteboard with Omar’s name at the top. Underneath him was written Edrice Abadi. From there we’d include anyone from her personal or professional life who harbored romantic feelings for her.

While we worked, I told Priya about my encounter with Talia. I’d have to see my mother again. My magic was going to become public sooner rather than later, and she owed me a heads up on how she was going to respond. And any idea on whether our relationship was salvageable or not. But as excited as I was to plunge into that new familial wound again, I couldn’t see her yet because there were too many other things going on. That, and I’d hope she’d change her mind.

Priya hugged me, but this defied even her optimism that all would work out.

Throwing myself into work, I got Chione to call Edrice, saying she required a list of everyone employed by the archeological excavation because their insurance had questions about the security previous to the Tannous family’s arrival. If they didn’t get this settled, it could cost the dig more.

It wasn’t watertight logic; it didn’t need to be. Edrice got the request from someone she’d previously dealt with, and, thanks to the successful completion of the job that Tannous Security had been hired for, trusted. Throw in an insurance company and their endless inane requests, plus the opportunity to save some money when every cent of the dig would be stretched thin, and Edrice promptly emailed the info over.

Priya and I split the list, starting with the easiest way to eliminate anyone–by using the House Al Qahirah records in Cairo. Of the twenty people working on the site, thirteen were men, and eight of them were Mundane. Our attacker had magic, so we were down to five possibilities.

From there we narrowed the field further with social media. Two of them were gay and Edrice was likely not their heart’s desire. That left us with three suspects, except none of them had left the site in the two months that they’d been employed. This was verified by their daily posts about life in the high mountains of the Sinai. It was still a desert ecosystem with a lot of volcanic rock in the area, but the excavation was situated on a relatively flat stretch with a lot of scrubby brush.

Sifting through this information was boring, detailed-oriented work and made up the bulk of the jobs I’d worked on. Smudges and Angels of Death–even phony ones–were way more fun.

Edrice’s social media mostly featured her tiny dog Isis. Her other photos tended to be of coffee or group shots of her co-workers.

“Nothing jumps out.” Priya threw her fork into her takeout salad container. One thing about Gastown, you couldn’t go ten feet without hitting a restaurant or café.

Salad was not my first, second, or twelfth choice, but Priya had nixed my



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