Succubus 4 - Succubus Heat by Mead Richelle

Author:Mead, Richelle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington

Succubus 4 - Succubus Heat

Chapter 15

M ary’s excited blathering rang through the house as I hurried down the hallway. I could see the bathroom at the end and three closed doors along the way. Great. Did they have to be shut? With my luck, they’d probably squeak. I could only hope that Mary would remain too loud and too distracted to notice.

The first door opened—with no squeaking—into a bedroom. The bed was unmade, and clothes had been pushed into piles against the wall. An old dresser sat against one wall, and a nightstand with some papers stood near the other. There was also a mirror on the ceiling.

Shuddering, I considered going in to investigate the nightstand papers but decided to hold out and see if I might find an office behind one of the other two doors. Shutting this one silently, I continued down the hallway.

The second door did squeak, and I froze, waiting for Mary to come tearing down after me in an effort to bludgeon me with one of Seth’s books. I wasn’t entirely sure how far his star power would go to save me if caught snooping. She didn’t look like the violent type, but one never knew. Fortunately, she kept talking without pause, and I stuck my head inside the new room. It was just another bedroom, a guest one by the looks of the dust and lack of personal items. I closed the door, grimacing at another squeak. One more room to go.

Jackpot.

The third wasn’t an office, but it did appear to be a workspace. Wide tables lay along the walls, covered in chunks of crystal—clear quartz, smoky quartz, etc.—in various states. Some were raw and jagged; others were polished and carved. Tools like blades and picks lay nearby, along with a more sophisticated and modern-​looking device I couldn’t identify. Maybe some type of laser cutter.

Best of all, there was a two-​drawer filing cabinet against the wall. I hurried to it, still mindful of Mary’s chatter, and opened the top drawer. Over a hundred file folders with names met me. I pulled one at random and saw that it did indeed have a job order. There was a description of the item, client information, job status, and a picture of the finished product. Unfortunately, having all this information meant little to me. I had no idea what name had been used for the seal—or if Mary was even the one who had made it.

Frustrated, I opened the next drawer and found financial records, like bills and bank statements. I also located folders labeled “work logs” categorized by month. I eagerly pulled out this month’s and discovered a simple list of dates, client names, and brief descriptions of products. All—except for the three most recent ones—had check marks beside them. Finished products, presumably.

I scanned the dates before Jerome’s disappearance, cross-​checking against the descriptions. Green Tara statue. Bracelet. Athame. Three invoices in the last two weeks caught my attention: round pendant, talisman, medallion. I recognized none of the client names, but the culprit could no doubt have used an alias.

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