Deadly Spells by Wells Jaye

Author:Wells, Jaye [Wells, Jaye]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction / Fantasy / Paranormal, Fiction / Romance / Fantasy, Fiction / Fantasy / Contemporary, Fiction / Mystery & Detective / Police Procedural, Fiction / Fantasy / Urban, Fiction / Thrillers / Crime, FICTION / Crime
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 2015-02-10T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

We arrived at Volos’s apartment thirty minutes later. I’d called his office as we ran back to Morales’s car. Luckily his assistant recognized my name and easily gave up the information that he was working from home that morning. I didn’t question why Volos’s assistant felt I was trustworthy enough to share that information with, because it hinted that the mayor considered me a part of his inner circle. Definitely not where I wanted to be. After I told her I’d call him there myself, I’d hung up and told Morales where to go.

We didn’t bother calling ahead. All things considered, the element of surprise would work better than giving him a chance to concoct a story.

Morales was quiet on the ride up the elevator. I turned to look at him. Stress lines bracketed his mouth. “What are you thinking?”

He glanced over at me. “Why would Souza kill Cho?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“If he’s after Volos, why hasn’t Pantera gone at him directly? He certainly doesn’t lack the stomach for murder.”

I hadn’t thought of it that way. “Maybe he doesn’t want to kill Volos.”

Morales nodded. “Blackmail, maybe. Or extortion.”

“Question is, what does Volos have on A Morte?”

A few seconds later we knocked on Volos’s door. The woman who answered wore a short black robe; her red hair was piled on top of her head in just-fucked waves. Her gaze narrowed on me. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello, Jade.” I shouldn’t have been surprised to see Volos’s lawyer standing in front of me in boudoir attire, but I was. The last time I’d seen her was the previous fall when Volos had been a suspect in my first case for the MEA.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“We need to speak to your boss.” I couldn’t help putting extra emphasis on the last word.

Her eyes narrowed. “John’s in the shower.” She smiled a catty smile that seemed to say she enjoyed sharing that little tidbit with me.

I barely managed not to roll my eyes.

“Go get him,” Morales said, “and while you’re at it, you might want to put on something more lawyerly—this is an official call.”

She watched us for a moment, as if trying to figure out if we were serious. I raised my brow to assure her we were. “You got a warrant?”

I shook my head. “Not that kind of official. We have reason to believe he’s in danger.” On the way over, Morales and I had decided to lead with that angle instead of going after him about his connection to A Morte head-on. If he thought we were looking out for him, he might be more likely to open up about his involvement. Or most people would be, but John Volos wasn’t exactly most people.

Her expression lost some of its bitchiness, and a little bit of concern crept in. “Come in,” she said. “There’s mimosas on the breakfast bar in the living room.”

I smiled. “We know the way.”

“We’ll be out in a moment.” Her hips swaying, she sashayed away toward the hall leading to the bedrooms.

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