Who Needs Enemies by Keri Arthur

Author:Keri Arthur [Arthur, Keri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal mystery, Paranormal Investigator, Urban Fantasy Mystery, Paranormal Thriller, Keri Arthur, PI
Publisher: IGLA
Published: 2013-08-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I headed home first. The front door was wide open, but the new lock was in place and Kristo was perched on a ladder, doing god-knows-what to the hinges. I shook my head and squeezed past him; I’d learned long ago that it was better not to ask. The one time I had, I’d gotten a twenty minute lecture on the intricacies of fitting a washer.

I glanced into the living room then stopped in surprise. Keale was sitting there, a beer in hand as he watched the morning news. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“They released me this morning. I went home, but it was too damn silent after the pen. At least there’s always someone here.” He squinted at me, expression suddenly concerned. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“About you staying here? No.” What was one more body in the house, after all? “I was just surprised the tracker device would allow you. I thought it was meant to track and restrict your movements?”

“Only flight movements—they don’t want me taking off.”

I snorted. “You have got feet in human form. You can run if that was your intention.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but it’s border alarmed. Go out of the state, whether by car, plane, or train, they’ll jump me.”

“What about work? You need to fly to do your job.”

“I can do that. The fire authority just has to report my hours and flight areas.” He grimaced. “Not that I’ll be doing much of that until my arm heals.”

Which wouldn’t take all that long—another week at the most and he’d be out of plaster and into flight rehabilitation. I continued on to the kitchen. “Was Lyle at the court?”

“Yeah.” Keale trailed after me. “He didn’t look happy, I’m telling you that.”

Not entirely surprising given he’d consumed a fair amount of alcohol last night. “Did he say anything after the case?”

“Nah. He pretty much pissed off as soon as they bailed me.”

Going where? I wondered, a little uneasily. He had a day job, but given his recent obsession with all things Mona, I doubted that he’d actually been sighted at work recently. Hell, if I was perfectly honest, I was surprised he’d turned up to represent Keale.

“You had breakfast?”

“Yeah, at the remand center. I could go for something decent though, if you’re making it.” He sat somewhat stiffly at the table. “Numar told me he probably owes his life to you.”

“I'm not sure about that, but he was pretty well out of it when I found him.” I grabbed some eggs and smoked salmon out of the fridge, then lit the stove. “Oddly, he couldn’t remember anything about that night, either.”

Keale snorted. “Not surprising if we drank as much as the cops are suggesting.”

“If you had consumed that much, you would have been as comatose as he was. You certainly wouldn’t have been flying anywhere.”

“Maybe I’ve just built up more of a tolerance to the stuff than he has.”

I shot him a severe look. “What, you’re trying to end up in jail now?”

“No, but facts are facts, Harri.

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