Dead Jolly by Boone Brux

Author:Boone Brux [Brux, Boone]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626228696
Published: 2018-12-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

I glared at the broad muscular chest of my boss, Constantine. “And you still haven’t located him?”

“No, well, kind of.” Forcing my gaze to his equally amazing face, I grimaced. “He dropped by my bedroom last night.”

That got everybody’s attention. Even Violet spun away from the radar. She manned and supervised the impending departure radar, which was probably the most important piece of equipment in the GRS Command Center. Always dressed in purple, Violet was one of those women that looked polished no matter how harried they were. She smelled great, was perfectly accessorized, and her light brown skin had a natural golden glow I’d reap my own mother for. I’m not proud of that fact. “Go on,” she said, gunning for a bit of juicy gossip. “We want details.”

Constantine flashed a warning glower at her. “What Violet means is…” His attention shifted back to me. “Did Fred give you any clues about his next haunt?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Violet argued. “And Lisa knows it.”

“Yes, I do.” First, I addressed Violet’s concerns, if they could be called that. “No, he did not gift me with any holiday magic.” I crossed my arms over my chest, giving her a hint of a pout. “He said I was too young for him.”

“That is just wrong.” Her plump purple lips rounded in disapproval. “I did not need to know that. Now I won’t be able to get him and all those old ladies doing it out of my head.”

“You asked.”

“I know I did, but—” She waved her hands in the air and spun back to the radar. “I shouldn’t have.”

“If you two are finished?” Constantine cut in.

“Right. So, anyway,” I said, attempting a serious business face. “Fred gave me a clue. He said, “Never forget me.””

A few seconds of silence ticked by before Constantine spoke. “Anything else?”

“Nope.” I shook my head. “That’s it. I did attempt to capture him, even contemplated using my scythe, but figured the situation didn’t warrant it.”

“Not yet.” He swung to face a bank of computers to his right. “Cross reference the women in Fred’s little black book and the phrase ‘never forget me’, Suzanne.”

The woman’s fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in his request. It wouldn’t have surprised me to see smoke rising from the keys. A minute later she stopped and leaned closer to the monitor. “Mrs. Margret Smith owns a gift shop named Forget Me Not Gifts. It’s just off Northern Lights and 36th Street.”

“Sounds promising,” Constantine said. “Text Carron the address.”

“Roger that, boss.” Suzanne snatched up her GRS issued phone and with equal texting skills, shot off the address to me. A second later my phone buzzed. “You’re all set.”

“Thanks,” I said, but she’d already returned her attention to her computer screen and was back on task. “So, we go to the gift shop and question Mrs. Smith. What if she’s already had an encounter with him? From what it sounds like, he hasn’t revisited any of the women.”

“It’s all we’ve got right now.

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