Suckage.
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“So this Simon Chevalier is the owner of the Faire, and these creatures are his bodyguards?” Cadmus used his Waterman pen as a pointer on the printout that Jordy had brought to him. He was well pleased with her. This time. She was sitting in front of him in the kitchen of the house he had rented, eating one of her disgustingly sweet pastries that almost offended in its artificiality.
Today’s t-shirt had a picture of a cartoon witch named Wendy, and he remembered how Resting Witch Face had greeted her by name.
Still, her annoying idiosyncrasies were worth putting up with, if she continued to bring him rich intel such as this. She was almost vibrating at his praise. That, or the high blood sugar that she was no doubt experiencing with each bite of the thing she called a Pop Tart.
“Yes, although he has them as additional security for the Faire at times. See the staff lanyards some of them have on? At least one of them have been at the Faire each day since this was taken.”
“Interesting.” Cadmus contemplated the implications of that. Was only the one that was captured a man-wolf? Or could it really be that all five were? It seemed doubtful that the owner was a magical creature, but not entirely impossible. And wasn’t there another person he saw with them that day, nestled in between two of the males as if she were a prize?
“There was a woman with them at the food area,” Cadmus said, holding the printouts close, studying the visages. “She was average sized, at least in comparison with these creatures. Brown hair, in her twenties, nothing particularly special about her appearance, although the creatures and the owner seemed to find her attractive.”
“That could be a lot of people at the Faire,” Jordy was thinking out loud. “Did you recall if she was wearing a staff lanyard?”
“Possibly.” Cadmus tried to remember. “It did look as if she had something obnoxiously neon yellow around her neck, but I can’t be sure.”
“If there was, it sounds like my former roommate, who’s a new employee.” Jordy thought of the two driver’s licenses that she had uncovered. A former roommate with secrets. That would probably be a good place to start. If nothing else, she’d want to look into it, just for shits and giggles. “I’ll look into it, and if it’s not her, I’ll see what else I can find out.”
“Good, good.” Cadmus almost rubbed his hands together with glee, but instead he held the photo that showed Col’s face the clearest close to his face. And thought to himself.
Soon.
