Every Picture Tells A Fury by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2020-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Kirby Germain’s house was far nicer than what I expected after seeing Nari’s artist’s loft above the gallery. It was located on an old stretch of road that, like our house, had once been part of Puritan farmland, except his parcel hadn’t been absorbed by a neighborhood. The house itself was a red-brick colonial with black shutters and a shiny black door.

I parked behind a Porsche in the semi-circular driveway and walked up to the front door to knock. No one answered, but I heard the faint sound of music. This time I rang the bell. When no one answered, I decided to check out the backyard and see if that was where the music was coming from.

The volume of the music increased as I headed toward the back of the house. I rounded the corner and halted in my tracks. The expansive lawn was green and flat and riddled with life-size statutes. A man stood in front of one of the statues applying a coat of translucent white paint and shimmying his hips to The Bee Gee’s You Should Be Dancing. It was only as I moved closer that I realized his backside was bare. Well, this was going to be interesting.

“Excuse me. Are you Kirby Germain?”

He continued popping and locking his hips, oblivious to my arrival.

I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, “Hello!”

He spun around to face me and I was relieved to see that he wore a black leather apron that reached his knees.

“Hello there.” His gaze traveled from my head to my feet. He snapped his fingers twice and the music quieted.

“Are you Kirby Germain?”

“That’s right. And with whom am I having the pleasure?” He was an attractive man—I’d guess early thirties—with brown hair and eyes and thick lashes that my mother would pay good money for.

“Agent Eden Fury.” I flashed my badge—the one that appeared to be an FBI badge to human eyes, but supernaturals could see that I worked for the Federal Bureau of Magic.

The mage’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. “And how can I be of service, Agent Fury? I promise my taxes are entirely up to date.”

“I’m not in the tax division.” I’d rather gouge my eyes out with celery sticks than work in the tax division of any organization.

“Then I suppose we can be friends.” His smile was dazzling.

“I understand you make your own paint.”

“I certainly do.” He gestured to a small table set up on the other side of the statue. There were rows of colors in different sizes and textures. “Are you in the market? I’d be happy to demonstrate what makes Kirby’s Creations the one-stop destination for any artist.”

“Is that what you’re doing out here with these?” I gestured to the statues. “Testing your wares?”

“Absolutely. This is a new line that I haven’t started selling yet. I’m in the experimental phase.” He winked. “Which happens to be my favorite. It’s when I really feel that creative flow. You know what I mean?” He closed his eyes and rocked his head from side to side.

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