Wicked Misery (Miss Misery) by Martin Tracey

Author:Martin, Tracey [Martin, Tracey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2013-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The satyrs wasted no time hauling Pete toward The Lair. I got the sense that they’d rather not run into any sylphs with such a valuable key to the mystery—literally—in their hands. As for Pete, they hadn’t bothered to bind, gag or blindfold him. There was no need. Regardless of what happened with Note-writer, Pete’s ass was crispier than a salamander’s turd. I very much doubted he’d see a courtroom’s justice unless I could scheme a way to get the Gryphons involved.

Disgruntled, I brought up the rear as we marched down the block, still trying to weave a convincing argument for doing just that. Worst-case scenario, I could always call the Gryphons myself, but that brought its own share of problems. Mainly, that my only evidence connecting Pete to the murders was my own quasi-crimes, and I’d have to explain my curse. It might be worth the risk, but I wasn’t eager to find out.

Three male furies who were passing by took in the scene with confused faces. The thickest of the bunch, a walking nightmare with red hair and matching eyes, slapped Lucen on the shoulder. “I hear you’re closed for a while. When are you opening for business again?”

“Check back Saturday night,” Lucen said, scowling. Friday was my D-Day. Either we’d have resolved this mess by then, or Saturday wouldn’t matter.

“Excellent.”

The one on the right, who wore his black hair in spikes that made his head look like a mace, ran a finger over Pete’s forehead.

Devon smacked his hand away. “Our property. Back off.”

“No harm meant,” Mace-head replied. He and his friends made a show of checking me out, but apparently I wasn’t worth harassing while they were outnumbered by satyrs. Small miracles.

“What do they care when you reopen?” Devon asked as Lucen unlocked the door. “They never come in.”

Lucen narrowed his eyes at the three crossing the street. “No, they prefer to hang around outside. They wait ’til the humans leave then rile them up until they’re brawling in the street or pissing their pants as they run away. Those assholes are bad news. I tell Dezzi, but she doesn’t want to pick fights with Raj without more evidence that it’s hurting my business.”

The satyrs muttered in sympathy. Had I the mood, I would have laughed. They almost sounded respectable.

Devon called Dezzi, and plans were made. Naturally, I had no say in any of them, so I silently vented my frustration at Lucen in a one-sided argument that involved much swearing. How much of what I was actually thinking made it through I couldn’t say, but he clearly got the gist of my emotional opinion. Either that or he threw a dishtowel at me simply for glaring at him.

“I already explained our position,” Lucen said. “Drop it.”

I pulled the dishtowel off my head without a word. All this glaring was starting to give me eye strain.

Devon hung up the phone. “I’m taking Pete here to Purgatory while we wait for his friend to call back. Dezzi wants to meet later.

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