The Girl in Gold: A Vox Swift Mystery by Beth Lyons

Author:Beth Lyons [Lyons, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14 Connections

I hadn’t expected to tell Miles Edjrest the truth, but when he looked into my eyes and asked me if I ever wished I could do something that felt impossible, I had to tell him yes. It left my mouth before I could think it through.

For a long moment after I’d spoken, Miles stared into my eyes. Then, just as abruptly as he’d joined me, he wheeled himself back to his original spot and rang a small bell.

The man Vance stepped into the room almost immediately. Miles murmured something in his ear. Vance nodded at his employer and left.

Boleian’s expression hadn’t changed through the whole exchange, but I wondered if I was going to get an earful on the way home.

“I’ve sent Vance to get you another few days’ pay. We’re nowhere near done, are we? Missing person is quite different than a murder victim.”

“I feel certain,” said Boleian, “that tomorrow will bring new information. We will keep you updated as to—”

Miles held up a hand to cut him off. “Find her killer. That’s all that matters. Reports be damned.” Vance returned with a small bag, and Miles gestured at Boleian. “Hand that to the wizard, if you please.”

“You will have justice,” Boleian said quietly.

“Yes, I will. And as to updates. Send this one. She’s as unexpected as a bumblebee in a thunderstorm, but I like that. Keeps me feeling young.”

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Wednesday morning found me eager to hit the streets. I had a morning messenger shift, but I had to time to swing by Dewey’s place in Brewer’s Ditch.

We met on his doorstep. “Just getting in, Dew? A new lady keeping you out late?”

He laughed, “You know what they say, Vox. Once you go fae….”

“I will take your word for it, thanks.” I follow him into the apartment. “Any word on the Grimwell murder?” I moved a pile of wrinkled clothes to one side of the couch and sat down.

“Yeah, been asking around.” He moved into the small kitchen area. “Hungry? I think I got…. Yeah I do! Want half a sandwich? Sally and Sissy’s.” He brandished a wrapped package at me.

Knowing Dewey, it was likely a hunk of bread slathered with honey. “No thanks.”

He threw himself into an armchair opposite me. “Clearwater Avenue.” He nodded at me. “People are pissed, elf. Place is like an angry anthill. Like a buzzing beehive. Like a—”

“Right. What does that mean to me, Dew? Who’s angry? Why?”

“The working people. The proletariat, yeah? Police coming through and busting heads all because the ruling elite went and killed someone.”

The proletariat? Here was a new side of Dewey. “Alright, hold up. Start at the beginning.”

He took a huge bite of his sandwich. “Like, you mean when the mines were first centralized, cutting off the people’s access to—”

“Like, after I left you yesterday. That beginning.”

“It’s all a piece, Vox. I’m telling you. The police, the butlers, even the killing.” Dewey shook his head. “The world is a house on fire.”

“Start with the butler. You mean Selendir, the Morningstar’s butler?”

“Nah.

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