Free The Fabled by S. L. Gavyn Page B

consideration. Although K was a little
self-serving. I had better ask her before the wedding. I’m sure
we’ll have to meet up to shop for bridesmaid dresses or something.
I’ll just make sure he’s not going to be there so I don’t have to
see him. That wouldn’t be good at all.
    I made it back to the council’s Texas office
in just under an hour. It was good that the council had offices in
every state. Although portals make moving around relatively quick
it’s easier to stay on top of a case if you’re close to where the
crimes are being committed.
    As I walked into the office me and Tristan
were sharing he was sitting in front of the computer with his face
practically touching the screen studying a map.
    “You’re going to go blind sitting that close
to the screen.”
    He turned and looked at me, blinking a few
times to get me into focus. “I was trying to find a pattern between
the routes the missing Vamps took regularly.”
    “Did you find any similarities?” I took off
my jacket and sat at the other desk in the room.
    “Not really. The only thing in common is that
club.”
    “The one you got nothing from?”
    “Yeah. That’s the one. Tell me why you were
with K.”
    I thought about telling him about the Were
challenge but decided it wasn’t worth him worrying over. “She’s
getting married in two weeks and wants me to be her maid of honor.
She wanted me to meet her future husband.”
    “And you went in the middle of an
investigation?”
    “She made it sound life or death. She knew I
would come that way. You’ll be getting an invite soon.”
    “Great. I love weddings.”
    I rolled my eyes. He liked all the available
women at weddings. And the free booze.
    “Anyway, tell me about the club.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Like I said,
nothing.”
    “You got nothing because there was nothing or
because no one wanted to tell you anything.”
    “Um, the later.”
    “The club owner?”
    He nodded.
    “The head of security?”
    Another nod.
    “The bouncers?”
    He shrugged. “One seemed friendly enough at
the beginning but once the owner stonewalled me none of the others
would talk.”
    “Did the one you talked to seem to know
anything?”
    “He said he remembered Elena but didn’t
remember if she came in the night she disappeared and didn’t
remember seeing her with anyone.”
    “How big is this club?”
    He shrugged again. “I don’t know. Pretty big
I guess. There was a line waiting for it to open by the time I
left.”
    “A club like that would have surveillance.
Did you ask for the tapes?”
    He looked at me like I was stupid for
asking.
    “So let me get this right. You show up, tell
them you’re with the council and investigating some disappearances
and the owner, what, tells you to get lost?”
    “Not in so many words but yeah.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “Well son. I guess we’ll
just have to try again. You know what they say about perseverance.
If that doesn’t work, I could always throw the owner around until
he decides to see things our way.”
    He smiled. “I don’t know. I didn’t meet the
owner but the chief of security. There’s something about her, I’m
not sure what she is but whatever it is, she’s powerful.”
    I smiled back. “Good. I haven’t had any real
power in a while and I’m hungry.” I stood up and grabbed my jacket.
“They don’t call me the Thief for nothing.”
    I started for the door. “What was the owner’s
name?”
    If he was a well-known criminal it would help
me know how to handle him.
    Tristan looked at his notes. “Some guy named
Alexander, Roman Alexander.”
    I stopped with my hand on the door knob. I
knew it. Between the dreams and the walk down memory lane while
dealing with K and then running into Marcus. I knew it was just a
matter of time before the inevitable happened. Fuck. I really don’t
want to see him again. In fact I would give almost anything to
never have to see that man again.
    “Is something wrong?”
    “What? Oh, I was