Silver Bullet (PA 2) by S M Reine

Author:S M Reine [Reine, S M]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781495395697
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-02-06T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MALCOLM AND BELLAMY SEARCHED the sidewalk below the Dat-So-La-Lee Condominiums for purée of werewolf and OPA director.

Unsurprisingly, they didn’t find either.

I felt weird retrieving Fritz’s BlackBerry from where he had dropped it on the roof. I’d never seen him without it, so it seemed like a deeply personal possession. Like picking up someone else’s dirty underwear.

“Didn’t Fritz tell us not to touch his cell phone?” Suzy asked, meeting me at the stairs leading back to the penthouse. “Something about drastic consequences and hellfire?”

“I bet he was an only child,” I said.

“Is,” she said. I lifted my eyebrows at her in questioning. “He ‘is’ an only child, not ‘was.’ Being dragged off a rooftop by a werewolf doesn’t mean he’s instantly dead.”

I had a hard time imagining any other outcome to the situation.

We returned to the penthouse to find that it had been ransacked—probably by Cain while we were distracted by fighting David Nicholas’s guys. Nothing was missing, as far as I could tell, but our fancy furniture had been shredded and the floor had been scored deeply by werewolf claws.

I was still numb from watching Cain drag Fritz over the side of the roof, but not so numb that I couldn’t realize that we needed help. More help than one kopis and aspis dyad. Maybe whole squads of trained werewolf- and nightmare-hunter type help.

So I waited until Suzy retreated into her bedroom, then called Fritz’s boss.

Drastic consequences and hellfire? I’d like to see Fritz try to kill me for making a call on his phone while he was being held captive by Cain.

I’d never met any of Fritz’s superiors before. I wasn’t high enough in the OPA food chain to know that we had a database of witches, so I definitely wasn’t high enough to talk to upper-upper management, either. But his boss’s name was one of the only contacts in his cell phone: Vice President Lucrezia de Angelis.

Imagine my surprise when the woman that answered the phone had a thick Italian accent and didn’t seem to care about Fritz’s disappearance so much as the fact that I’d breached the levels of bureaucracy.

“Are you a moron?” Lucrezia asked.

I was pretty sure that it wasn’t in my best interests to answer that question.

“I apologize for calling you, but this is urgent,” I said in my very best I-am-a-good-employee voice.

“You have another supervisor that could have contacted me, don’t you?”

I was totally thrown by the question. “Actually…” Since Fritz had reassigned Suzy and me to a new team handling special investigations, I was pretty sure that the former layers of middle management had become irrelevant. But I also wasn’t sure that Fritz’s superiors knew anything about that. “Sorry?”

“You’re not authorized to access this phone. You are not authorized to contact me. What have you looked at? Have you read emails, text messages, accessed databases…?”

I didn’t want to apologize again and sound like a broken record. I wasn’t even sure what I was apologizing for. I couldn’t think of any other way to handle Fritz’s disappearance.

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