AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“How so?” I asked, feeling the scales on the back of the red dragon rise.
“He’s a misogynistic pig,” she vented.
I didn’t want to ask the next question because I already knew the answer. I could see it in the tightness of her body language. “To you?”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”
A low growl escaped me, and her eyes grew wide. I cleared my throat. “Excuse me,” I said, coughing into my arm.
“You need to watch out for Sam. He might seem meek, but when it comes to his job, he’ll stop at nothing to get to the truth.”
“I’m not worried about the bloody boy.”
“I should change,” Navy said, getting up and heading to the bedroom.
While she was gone, I pulled out my laptop and looked up Richard Granger. Middle-aged, balding, fucking prick. I spent the next twenty minutes gathering as much information as I could. Luckily for me, I had what one would call a photographic memory. I could recall anything I read in great detail and with accuracy. A skill that served me well. The next time I saw Richard Granger, he would wish I had never heard his name.
Navy came out of the bedroom. She had changed into a tight black cocktail dress with thin straps and sheer black tights. Her black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. “You’ll freeze,” I said, watching as she sat down and put on a pair of knee-high combat boots.
“I’ll be fine.”
“You have an original style, Ms. Bardot.” I smiled. “What time is your date picking you up?”
“It’s not a date.”
“What time?”
“Seven,” she said.
“He’ll be here any minute. Always prompt that one,” I said. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
She looked up surprised, then her cheeks flushed with a blush, and I was reminded how young she was. “Thank you.”
There was a knock on the door, and I answered it. Davies stood on the other side. “Superintendent.”
Navy grabbed her leather jacket, put it on, and hurried past me.
“You have that big fucking house, and you’re making her stay in this piece of shit?” Davies said.
“Boilers broken. There’s no heat.”
“Fix it. You’re as cheap as your grandfather.”
My hand clenched into a fist. Fucking bastard. He was gloating. “Enjoy your dinner,” I said to Navy.
She gave me a grimace. Not one for the spotlight.
“Take care of her, Superintendent. It’s dangerous out there.” My voice was as thin as a razor’s edge.
He leaned in so only I could hear. “I’ll have her back at a decent time. Then again, maybe she’ll choose to stay the night.” My eyes flashed with anger as Vortigern reared up, and I felt the skin on my face begin to blaze. Slamming the door, I rested my hands against the frame, taking deep breaths, calming the fucking demon king before he unleashed his bloody wrath.
I waited long enough for them to get to the entrance of Môr Haven before getting in my car and speeding down the drive. I knew where Davies lived. I would check on them later, for I had a bone to pick with someone else at the moment.
I pulled up at The Brooks Inn. The press had made it their temporary hang-out while they were in town. After today’s press conference, most would be headed home to their respective newsrooms or television broadcasts. A runaway girl was much less interesting than a potential kidnapping. I opened the door, spying the same flyer about the missing bull Navy told me of and adding it to my list of things I needed to be concerned about. The bar was only half full. I found Sam Atterbury sitting at a table in the corner on the phone. I sat down opposite him and motioned for him to hang up.
“I-I’ve got to go.” He set the phone down.
“Plagiarism. It’s the act of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own. Tsk, Tsk, Sam. How disappointed your great uncle would be. He valued a man with morals.”
