Free The Tynder Crown Chronicles, Season One: Episode One: The Tynder Crown Chronicles (The Tynder Crown Chronicles, A Novella Series Book 1) by Wendy Owens

story?” Piper continues, always one to ensure the details are looked to.
    “Of course, my secretary can provide you with any of the information you need.” Walter looks to me, but I still say nothing. “I hope you find your man, Ms. Crown.”
    His smug smile sends surges through me, and I can’t decide if I want to slap that smirk off his face or rip his clothes off and kiss him. I squirm as a heat rises up inside me, aching between my legs. I decide to focus on my hatred rather than my lust.
    “Oh, I will,” I huff, leaving the room without another word. Piper offers her apologies to him and rushes to catch up. She knows better than to say a single word to me as we wait for the elevator. Perhaps this Royal Magistrate business isn’t going to be as easy as I first assumed.

“LOOK, YOU LITTLE WEASEL, YOU either meet us at your place, or I’ll report back to The Council that you made a false accusation against one of the most successful men in the city. I’m sure they would love to throw the book at you for trying to put one of the richest Fae in the world in the hot seat,” I’m nearly shouting into the phone.
    Terg is still sleeping at my place. It’s only thanks to Piper’s keen questioning and organizational skills that she got pertinent information from him, such as his cell phone number and address. But the address he gave us was bogus. When we knocked on the door, a lovely family answered and seemed very confused.
    “I told you, I’m not leaving this place until you solve my case. Did you arrest that slimy bastard?”
    “I’m not joking around here, you little turd. Where do you really live?” I demand, ignoring him.
    “Do you need me to talk to him?” Piper asks nervously, pacing back and forth in front of me.
    “I’ve got this,” I say, covering the receiver.
    “Fine, I’ll give you the right address, but I don’t see what good it will do. I already told you who took my stash.”
    “Address, now, toad!”
    “515 Orchard Lane, on the south side, over by Susie’s Diner.”
    “I know the place,” I answer.
    “Don’t touch any of my—” I hang up the phone before he can finish his statement.
    “Let’s go,” I say, grabbing my jacket and rushing out the front door of Josiah’s office. Piper scurries after me, and I hear her locking the door as I flag down a cab.
    “Where are we going?” she asks, panting as she moves in next to me.
    A dingy, pale yellow cab stops in front of us. I lean down and see a very furry-looking man behind the wheel. I stand up and look back at Piper. “Jesus, are all cab drivers Fae?”
    “Most cabbies are, yes.” She shrugs as if it’s common knowledge.
    We climb in, and I instruct the driver where to go. Turning to Piper, I explain my logic, “Obviously Terg has some sort of vendetta against Walter Trunkwater. We need to go back to the scene of the crime, the place where the treasure was stolen.”
    “Hey, are you guys working on a case right here, in my cab?” the driver asks.
    I roll my eyes and grumble in a disgusted tone, “Shut up and drive, all right?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he answers swiftly. It’s unsettling to me that when I bark orders at a complete stranger, they actually listen to me, rather than tell me to go to hell. I’m not sure if I like it or if it completely weirds me out.
    “So what exactly are we looking for?” Piper asks, glancing sheepishly at the driver, then back in my direction.
    “I don’t know, maybe there was never even a treasure to begin with,” I think out loud.
    “Why would Terg lie?”
    “I have no idea … That’s a good question,” I answer, huffing and flopping back on the filthy upholstered seats. A cloud of dusts rises up into the air, and we both cover our mouths in disgust.
    “One thing is for certain,” I continue, “it doesn’t matter if there’s a treasure or if there never was, Terg is not a reliable source of information.”
    “So what’s your plan?” she asks.
    “You still