I also felt like something else had happened, but she refused to talk about it. He’d kidnapped her, and although she hasn’t wanted to talk about it, I knew it had bruised her ego to have been taken down by a human. I knew Charlie would help she wanted to catch him just as badly. “Thank you, Raven.” He sighed, and his shoulders sagged. I wasn’t going to get into an in-depth conversation with him, not before some liquid substance. “I can ask Charlie if she’ll come scope out the Underground with me,” I responded. It’d only been a few weeks since my whole life imploded and I was just now picking up the pieces. I really wanted to tell him he’d better be happy he’d helped me get sober … somewhat sober. I was honestly trying to make it day by day. Will thought I was this chosen one for some reason, a champion for humans, and was constantly questioning my allegiance. We seemed to have this argument more often than not nowadays. Don’t you agree? Or do you not care anymore?” “I’ll figure it out, but we need to get this drug off the street and Castellano behind bars. He ran a hand through his hair and down his scruffy beard. And even if we go undercover at the Underground, how are you going to explain it to your superiors?” “Are you crazy, Will? I’ve told you this a million times: you’re human. “Get me into the Underground, and I’ll handle the rest.” “The drug Venom is still being distributed to supernaturals, but I don’t know how.” “Are you sure you haven’t heard anything?” I knew we would from the very beginning, but Will held on to hope. We spent three hours bending down to pick up loose papers and reading them to find some trace of Joseph Castellano, but we came up blank. That was exactly what he wanted me to do. Will turned to me and gave me a knowing look. Unless you want me to read all these loose papers.” I motioned to the floor. “There’s nothing here, Will.” I kicked at some dust on the ground littered with paper. I was immortal I had his whole lifetime to find him. Yes, I wanted revenge for what he did to Charlie-and I’d get it if I ever saw him again-but I had other plans to worry about until then. No idiot would stick around with this much heat on him. The whole Portland PD was on alert and his face was all over the news. I was sort of over trying to find The Boss after a week of searching. Instead of correcting me, he ignored me, as usual, and continued to search for anything out of the ordinary. Like still be in bed until noon, but he didn’t need to know that.ĭetective William Callahan had done a lot for me in the last few weeks, including getting me this consulting gig with the Portland Police Department, which technically made me his temporary partner. “Why couldn’t your partner come with you?” I had other things to do than shuffle around dirty and empty office spaces. His lackeys might have left some clues behind as to where we can find him.” “This floor used to be rented out to Joseph Castellano, a.k.a. He winced from the sound as he walked around the empty office space. “What are we doing here, Will?” I grumbled as I munched on the hard candies, knowing it drove Will insane. Especially at eight o’clock in the morning. The habit was supposed to help keep me sober, and let me tell you, being sober sucked. I pulled the Pez dispenser from my back pocket and popped actual Pez candies into my mouth. The sting in my eyes had eased, but it was still there, lingering in the back.
#Hello ground swords and souls windows
The sun beamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding me, and I lowered the pitch-black sunglasses that sat atop my messy, shoulder-length hair. I was literally high-about sixty floors above ground-and while heights didn’t usually frighten me, it was too early in the morning to have to deal with this. I was high, but not the kind I wanted to be. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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