Free Demon's Revenge (High Demon Series #5) by Connie Suttle Page A

could, although I didn't have Ry's talent for it. Nirif didn't seem to mind, he wanted to fawn anyway. He was such a sweet young man, I didn't mind. And now he was fatherless and that got him an extra bit of sympathy. He also had a vid copy of the interviews Bel had done. I wanted to hug him for that.
    Nirif produced vid-images of Jaske, too, something the legal firm hadn’t done for us. Jaske worked as a supervisor on the assembly line. Mostly he supervised the employees who monitored assembly robots, and those employees were the ones he'd killed. Nirif was correct; Jaske had nearly wiped out the entire day shift that Pripps employed. Ry and I questioned the employees again, asking for any additional information. We got a bit more, just as we'd done at Abinger's Legal Firmours Legal.
    "Here, the owner wanted to give these to you, they're prototypes of something we're developing," Nirif smiled and handed two packages to Ry and me.
    "What's this?" I smiled at Nirif. I hadn't expected a gift.
    "We're trying our hand at comp-vids," he said. "We're not ready to compete with Schuul, don’t worry about that," he smiled. He'd seen Ry's and my comp-vids already. He knew who'd made them. "These are geared toward the ones who like to play games. The software helps with puzzles and such." He tapped the box I held in my hand. Schuul comp-vids were capable of loading any game imaginable, but none of them helped with the puzzles and such. You had to figure that out for yourself or buy additional programming that helped a little.
    "Thanks," I said, waving at Nirif as we walked out the door. Ry and I slipped the information chip into our reader as soon as we made it back to our hotel, and settled in to watch as Bel interviewed Pripps employees. Turns out Jaske's mother worked for Schuul Enterprises. Still not a surprise. I was surprised that more of the employees didn't have a spouse or sibling working for Dantel Schuul in some capacity.
    "Want to interview Maris' lover and Jaske's mother tomorrow?" Ry sighed as we shut off the comp-vid-images later. It was long past dinner and we'd have to find something to eat somewhere. Neither of us wanted sandwiches again.
    "Sure. Bel talked to both of them, I know," I nodded. "Feel like that meal I promised to cook for you? I haven't gotten good fish in a long time."
    "Where are you cooking?" Ry asked.
    "How about going to Dee's? We can eat in the kitchen. If Radolf complains, I think I can take him." Ry grinned at me and folded us to Dee's.
    "Reah, what's this I hear that you left Kifirin for good?" Radolf was hovering. He was still my mate, he just didn't feel up to having sex with a female and probably wouldn't for the next ninety-odd turns. Ilvan had come for a day off and was helping Radolf around the kitchen.
    "You heard correctly," I said, pulling yaris fish from Radolf's industrial fridge and setting about preparing it for Ry and me.
    "Are you sure that's wise, cutting yourself off like that?" Radolf fretted. I didn't point out that he'd done the same thing when he'd renounced his Karathian citizenship, just as Ry and I had.
    "Rad, this is my decision and it was long overdue," I said, pouring a bit of oil into a skillet and dredging the fish in the flour, herb and spice mixture before laying it gently in the heated pan to cook. The sauce was what truly made the fish, and I'd already slapped it together. Thankfully, one of Rad's kitchen employees was putting a vegetable dish together for Ry and me.
    "Who will you live with?" Radolf demanded to know. Now I knew why he seemed so concerned. He and Ilvan were in my house there on Tulgalan. He didn't want to be turned out of it or forced to share. It made me sigh. They'd taken it over as theirs, although it had been a gift from Teeg twenty-five years earlier.
    "Rad, if you want the house, I'll sell it to you. Although it's probably still in Teeg's name. You'll have to work it out with him." That caused a lifting of eyebrows, both his and Ilvan's. I