Stolen Stories (Filthy Henry, #4) by Derek Power

Author:Derek Power
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: comedy, celtic mythology, filthy henry, fairy detective
Publisher: Derek Power
Published: 2019-01-03T00:00:00+00:00

"ALL I'M SAYING IS, the human mind filters out fairy stuff for a reason."

"Seriously? Are we seriously having this circular conversation? I've been doing this for nearly two years, with no psychosis manifesting. I'm good, alright?"

Elivin shrugged and sipped from her milkshake.

She had conjured two of them out of thin air, giving one to Shelly. It was the most delicious strawberry milkshake Shelly had ever tasted. Not that she was willing to admit this to the leprechaun. Fairies had a tendency to take compliments as their God given right.

They sat in silence and drank their milkshakes. Medical staff and civilians alike walked past, some smiling at them as they went by. The automatic doors groaned on their motors as they opened, allowing Filthy Henry to come out of the hospital pushing a wheelchair before him. He stopped just outside, looked around until saw Shelly, then turned the wheelchair and pushed it towards the bench.

Beside Shelly, Elivin leaned forward. The straw of her milkshake was stuffed into the left side of her mouth, her right cheek inflating and deflating as drink was sucked out of the cup.

"Hey," Filthy Henry said, leaning back and examining the bottom of the wheelchair. He clicked the break into place with his left foot, then smiled at them both.

"Filthy?" Shelly said.

"Yes?" the fairy detective replied.

Nobody said anything for a minute. The only sound coming from Elivin's straw as she sucked up the last molecules of milkshake.

"Half-breed, have you just stolen a human and put them in a wheelchair?" the bounty hunter asked.

Filthy Henry looked at the occupant of the wheelchair, then back to Shelly and Elivin.

"It's him," he said, pointing at the sleeping person. "Milton. I caught him. I managed to solve the case you've been working on for a few centuries, Elivin."

The leprechaun ideally tossed her cup into the air. It vanished in a puff of green smoke that drifted away on the breeze. She scooched forward, dropped down from the bench, and walked over to the wheelchair.

"Beginner's luck," Elivin said, peering at the man in the wheelchair.

"More like 'send in a professional when an amateur can't get the job done'," the fairy detective said.

"Filthy! You can't just go into a hospital and kidnap people. How did you get him out without anybody seeing or asking questions?" Shelly said.

Holding up his left hand, fingers outstretched, Filthy Henry brought it over Milton's head. He wiggled his fingers briefly. In the wheelchair Doctor Milton sat upright, shook his head, then slouched to the right and let out a sigh.

"That's how," the fairy detective said. "I cast a sleeping spell on him to knock him out for a couple of hours, then any time somebody was looking at us we did our best 'Weekend At Bernie's' impression."

"Weekend at what?" Elivin asked.

"It's a movie," Shelly said. "Basically this guy Bernie is dead and two idiots pretend he is alive for an entire weekend through trickery. You don't watch human movies?"

"Some of us do," the leprechaun said. "But then the special effects always look worse than something a baby fairy could conjure up.

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