Feathers and Fire Series Box Set 1 by Shayne Silvers

Author:Shayne Silvers [Silvers, Shayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Argento Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-04-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

We stared down at the swarming mass of bodies from the second tier, which was much more instructive than the closer view we had seen earlier, answering a few of my unasked questions. Several guests spotted Vane and gave him dark, hungry looks that promised all sorts of things. Male, female, young, old – it didn’t matter. He returned the looks with a devilish grin of his own, and then continued on. It looked practiced, rehearsed, and… positively bored.

Many in the crowd had already sated their bodily desires, and were now seated on couches or pillows, still in various stages of undress, conversing casually, drinking, and smoking clove cigarettes. Faint whiffs of marijuana drifted up to us, and I saw Beckett scowl.

Vane didn’t even turn, sensing it. “I would ask Callie how best to proceed before you level charges, Detective,” he said absently, not seeming to care one way or another.

Beckett turned to me, frowning. “Please let it go, Beckett. Vane has information he’s willing to share. Then again, if that information isn’t forthcoming…” I said in a warning tone.

Vane chuckled, patting the banister with a palm. He really was ridiculously good-looking. Fresh-shaven, and hair perfectly styled. I could sense that this seemed to bother Beckett, seeing a criminal so handsome, professional, and polite. Also, Vane was very handsy with me. Not inappropriate, but very… familiar. Which made me smile, sensing Beckett’s displeasure at that.

“What do you think of my art?” Vane asked, turning around to lean against the banister, draping his elbows over the edge. One casual shove and he would fly over the railing, slice his head open on a chandelier, and most likely land on his neck.

I shivered at that thought – the smooth, heartless concept of murdering him.

I turned to the art he was indicating – a giant, expensive looking piece that was covered with a layer of glass flush against the painting. Underneath, the painting had been disgustingly vandalized with neon paints. So why cover it up with protective glass?

Without asking permission, I began to meander down the walkway, noticing the same with each piece of destroyed art. Defaced, yet covered in protective glass, and illuminated to highlight each piece. The art itself was varied, judging from many different artists, styles, and time periods, but all looked expensive.

I reached the end and then turned around to walk the other side. Vane smirked as I walked by him, and Beckett looked curious, wondering what game I was playing. I took time to study each painting, glancing back now and then at Beckett and Vane who were watching me with different types of interest. One piece in particular caught my attention as an oddity – a portrait of a man standing in a hallway. Of course, with all the spray paint it was hard to make out much, but sections of the picture looked extremely detailed. I gave it no more attention than the rest, thinking wildly as I continued on, sure to inspect all of them.

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