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“Negative,” admitted Lucius. “There was an electrical blowout earlier that night, knocking out the system. We’re still investigating to discover if it was coincidence or more than that.”
“Okay. Well, I have a good description of the Morgon man last seen with Maxine Mendale.” I paused, sizing up my attentive audience. “Will you guarantee me a guide, someone to help me blend in? I don’t even care if you have a dozen body guards there, as long as they’re not hovering over me.”
“What do you plan to do with the information you find, if anything?” asked Lucius.
“I’ll take it to the Gladium Precinct. Of course, I’ll demand exclusive rights on the story when I’m able to release it.”
“Going to the precinct won’t be necessary,” said Lorian. “Nightwing Security is already investigating. We’re working with the Morgon Guard in Drakos.”
Nightwing Security was mostly a private-for-hire agency in Gladium, but their connection to the Guard ran deep. Lorian had a scrolling tattoo with the letters MG on the back of his neck. I had asked Sorcha about it, and she told me he was once in the Morgon Guard.
“The Morgon Guard?”
Lorian paced closer to Lucius. “They seek justice and retribution. Among other things.”
I could only imagine what other things the Morgon Guard was responsible for as Lorian hadn’t bothered to enlighten me.
I considered whether I was betraying my own race by allying with the Morgons, giving them information I denied the precinct. Though there were a few Morgons working for the GP and their elite forces, the police were primarily human. The inner-debate of where my loyalties lay took all of three seconds.
“Fine.” I straightened, tossing the pillow out of my lap. “I’ll tell you everything I know already and everything I discover from here on out, as long as you help me get into one of these after-parties.”
Kraven stood and spoke up for the first time, hands at his back. “I can be her guide.”
Lucius tucked his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, looking as if he were discussing the weather, not a multiple-murder investigation. “That’ll work. You can take her to the game on Friday, as if you’re just on a casual date.”
A date?
“But we’ll need more than one on-scene to ensure her protection. I won’t let my sister-in-law go anywhere near that deathtrap unless she’s fully guarded.”
Lorian piped up. “Kol. He’s leading the investigation for the Morgon Guard anyway. She may be able to give him some insight from the human perspective.”
Lucius grinned. “Yes. And you know how much he appreciates the human perspective.”
“Nevertheless. I’ll contact him tonight.”
Lucius faced Jessen. “Will that do, love? Kol Moonring will be her personal bodyguard. What more could you ask for?”
Kraven shifted from one foot to another next to me.
Jessen shifted in her seat, seeming to consider before giving a tight nod. “That will do.”
“I’ll say,” added Sorcha, giving me a wink. “You won’t have to worry about a thing, sweetie.”
I’m not quite sure how the mention of this guy suddenly brought Lorian’s temper in check and my sister to heel. As conversation mellowed into less volatile topics, all I could think was, who was this Kol Moonring?
I was forbidden by both my sister and Sorcha from wearing my drab jeans on my “date” with Kraven. Sorcha’s advice, “You’ll never blend in looking like a homeless, college student.” Thankfully, Kris was much more fashion-forward than I was and came to my aid. We had veered away from the uptown boutiques and had shopped in the Warwick District for something a bit edgier and more appropriate for a night out in the Morgon world.
Finally back at my apartment, I’d showered and dressed in record time. I zipped up my left boot and stood for her inspection. Grinning from ear to ear, she was sprawled across my bed, twirling a tendril of her light-brown hair.
“So?” I gestured to my outfit. “Will I blend in?”
“Honey, I don’t know about blending in, but you’ll put every other woman to shame. Human or Morgon.”
“Please.”
“Seriously. You look so hot. Why don’t you dress up more often?”
“Now you sound like my sister. What’s itching?” I peered over one shoulder, fumbling with one hand, trying to find whatever was scratching my shoulder blade.
