Djinn 3 by A.R. Moler

Author:A.R. Moler [Moler, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2018-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Dale carried the jar in one hand and his 9mm Sig in the other. He’d spent the evening doing recon in the neighborhood and observing everything he could about Archimedes’ house. There were two main doors. Dale decided to opt for the one near the back corner. He’d never thought the lock picking skills he’d learned in the military for covert assaults would be put to this kind of a use. Archimedes appeared to have at least one employee, because a bearded man had been seen entering the house in the early evening. The man had left an hour later. If there was an alarm system, Dale was mildly screwed, because it would take away the element of surprise. He’d have to rely on speed and hope the box wasn’t locked in some kind of a secure vault.

He set down the jar of pickled demon long enough to open the lock of the door. No shrieking alarms. Good. Jar back in hand, Dale crept into the house. He was still following the tingling sensation, hoping to find Riadh as soon as possible. He made his way through a hall, a dining room and into a second hall. A slightly open door stood at the far end.

Dale took a breath, then kicked the door open, aiming his gun at the man behind a huge wooden desk. Archimedes. Dale flung the jar at the mage. “Still as stone!”

The jar never hit the floor, instead it hovered in the air a foot or so in front of Archimedes. The mage gave Dale a sly gloating grin. Dale felt the muzzle of a gun press against the base of his skull.

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t notice someone breaking into my house?” Archimedes said.

An arm reached around Dale’s shoulders and took the Sig from his hand. Dale was roughly spun around and shoved into a straight back chair by the bearded man. How the hell had he gotten back into the house without Dale seeing him? Magic had to be involved. His assailant stood in front of him, gun aimed at Dale’s face.

“Bind him securely. Duct tape would be a nice touch,” Archimedes said. He had plucked the jar out of the air and set it on the desk top…next to the shoe box.

Only then did Dale notice Riadh standing motionless in the corner of the room. One small gesture from the djinn and Dale was stuck to the chair with what looked like about a half mile of duct tape.

“Henning, you may leave now,” Archimedes ordered.

Henning, apparently the name of the bearded man, nodded and left the room.

“I wondered if you’d come. Actually, I wondered if you even had the skill to find your…toy,” the mage said.

“Riadh is not a toy!” Dale snapped. He looked at his lover. Riadh had returned to his motionless stance, but Dale knew him well enough to read the stress and misery in Riadh’s expression.

“Well, he’s not your toy anymore.”

Dale fumed. There had to be a way to patch back together this botched plan.

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