Mercy for Hire Mission Pack 1 by J S Morin

Author:J S Morin [Morin, J S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781643550183
Publisher: Magical Scrivener Press
Published: 2018-12-26T23:00:00+00:00

Kubu paced the reception area of La Maison d’Être. Esper was gone. She hadn’t answered the comm in her datapad, and when he’d come down to look for her at the front desk, he’d found the device blinking an alert from the couch where she usually read.

This wasn’t good. Esper didn’t run away without saying where she was going. Mrs. Dalisay said that’s just what she’d done, though.

“But if Melody is missing…” Kubu tried yet again to gain a foothold in his questioning.

“She’s not missing. Melody is gone. And I’d thank you not to spread rumors to the contrary when you go back upstairs. Another job opportunity came up. Melody took it. She’s a smart girl. Knows what’s good for her. That’s more than I can say about your friend.”

Mrs. Dalisay smelled like prune juice covered over with fake flower perfume. The scent was so shoddy that Kubu couldn’t even tell what flowers it was trying to imitate. It was the sour odor beneath that he believed in.

He was beginning to feel the same about Mrs. Dalisay herself. Good people didn’t turn mean when things went wrong. Mean people stopped pretending to be nice, though, when they didn’t get their way.

“Maybe I can just—”

“Get back upstairs,” Mrs. Dalisay ordered as Kubu headed toward the door to the outdoors, held shut with slap tape for the time being. Kubu could have forced it open easily, and both of them seemed to know it. “You’ve got a job to do, too. I don’t run a charity house. The girls work better knowing the little ones are looked after. You’re part of that.”

Sullenly, Kubu reversed his course and headed for the lift. His paw print worked to access the residential floors. He was on staff. Idly, he wondered what child labor laws might apply here. He was only seven years old. But different species had different guidelines. Laaku were grown-ups at twenty. Azrins were adults at six. Kubu had no idea what his species considered an appropriate age to draw a salary.

Not that it mattered. He was going up to the daycare center anyway.

As the lift doors closed, Kubu cast one last, baleful glance at the front door. Esper was out there somewhere. She was trying to do a good thing—a good thing nobody seemed to want her to do.

In the solitude of the eight-second lift ride, Kubu sighed. “Why does being nice hurt so much?”

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