me,” I said. “When God saw me, he had the mold maker drawn and quartered, shot, and stabbed three times.”
William sniffed at some Faire tears, sipped, and then drained his cup. He said, “The wolf clutching his side, trying to wake up, is Jake. He’s young, but handles himself well. He does construction, and occasionally works as a male dancer.” William pointed at the wolf beside Izumi. “The kid trying really hard to get into Izumi’s pants is Nick, our accountant and financial planner. He’s insightful, and god-awful intuitive.”
I nodded at him, murmuring, “We’ll have to talk sometime.”
This was going very well, maybe a little too well. Not ten minutes ago, we were about to kill each other. Nothing like booze for bonding.
I asked a question, “Who’s the best tracker in the pack?”
He jerked a thumb at Angie. “The wolf you’ve most pissed off. She has the best nose of us all.”
Great, this was going to be fun. I hated lawyers. The only good ones are those that have been beaten to death with a sack of dead rats, while getting Sodomised in public by a tranny. But lawyers do pay well. And then there were those tits…
“Okay, if she’s your best,” I said. “For being in my territory without asking, I’ll give you guys a pass, but I need to know why you’re here and why that particular house.”
The wolves grew still, suddenly on edge. William said, “Sarah liked the house and fell in love with it. She wrote me about living there, how wonderful everything was. Then her letters stopped coming. We’re here to find out why.”
I asked the obvious question. “And Sarah is?”
“My granddaughter. I raised her from childhood, after her parents were killed in that space-zombie thing back in the sixties. She’s half fey, so she wanted to be out west, where most of the fey have settled. She wanted to explore the non-wolf part of her heritage.”
It made sense. Both L.A. and San Francisco have large fey communities.
“She may not be pack,” Angie said, “but we helped raise her, and we love her, so if she’s in trouble, we’re going to fix it.”
Andrew said, “Damn straight.”
“Well, good luck with that,” I said. “Meanwhile, do we have a deal?”
William looked at Angie. She met his gaze. Some silent message passed between them I couldn’t catch. He looked back at me and nodded. “Sure.”
The pack stayed for a while longer, drinking, talking. Gloria took a seat next to me and made sure they knew they could come back anytime, explaining her bar welcomed anyone willing to behave. Though few vamps care for wolves, she was quite warm to them. Her hand went under the table and the next thing I knew, someone was playing with my joystick.
Izumi joined the wolf-girls, chatting about the shops in LA, which ones were owned by fey and other kinds of creatures of the night. I lost interest when they started to talk about shoes, and Gloria began licking my ear.
William abruptly stood. “We should go before it gets too late. Mr. Caine, I’ll leave Angie you with you. Don’t take any liberties that might displease me.”
I gave him my soul-of-discretion, misunderstood-innocence look.
For some reason he didn’t buy it.
The wolves got up, said goodbye, and left. Izumi, and Angie were still talking, so I pried myself loose from Gloria, and went to bug Gray. That sword he’d materialized interested me. Besides, I had to rip him a new one. Carrying my glass and a tumbler of Faire tears, I took a seat next to the half-angel. Gray’s mug had gone empty. He held it out to me. I poured in the last of what I had, setting the empty tumbler on the bar.
I hit him with a cold stare. “Next time you make use of your angel abilities to make me happy and get along with every one, I will rip your wings off and thumbtack them to my wall.” I smiled so he’d know I meant it. “So who put you up to it? Izumi? Gloria?”
Gray drained his mug dry and belched. “Nope, your Old Man asked
William sniffed at some Faire tears, sipped, and then drained his cup. He said, “The wolf clutching his side, trying to wake up, is Jake. He’s young, but handles himself well. He does construction, and occasionally works as a male dancer.” William pointed at the wolf beside Izumi. “The kid trying really hard to get into Izumi’s pants is Nick, our accountant and financial planner. He’s insightful, and god-awful intuitive.”
I nodded at him, murmuring, “We’ll have to talk sometime.”
This was going very well, maybe a little too well. Not ten minutes ago, we were about to kill each other. Nothing like booze for bonding.
I asked a question, “Who’s the best tracker in the pack?”
He jerked a thumb at Angie. “The wolf you’ve most pissed off. She has the best nose of us all.”
Great, this was going to be fun. I hated lawyers. The only good ones are those that have been beaten to death with a sack of dead rats, while getting Sodomised in public by a tranny. But lawyers do pay well. And then there were those tits…
“Okay, if she’s your best,” I said. “For being in my territory without asking, I’ll give you guys a pass, but I need to know why you’re here and why that particular house.”
The wolves grew still, suddenly on edge. William said, “Sarah liked the house and fell in love with it. She wrote me about living there, how wonderful everything was. Then her letters stopped coming. We’re here to find out why.”
I asked the obvious question. “And Sarah is?”
“My granddaughter. I raised her from childhood, after her parents were killed in that space-zombie thing back in the sixties. She’s half fey, so she wanted to be out west, where most of the fey have settled. She wanted to explore the non-wolf part of her heritage.”
It made sense. Both L.A. and San Francisco have large fey communities.
“She may not be pack,” Angie said, “but we helped raise her, and we love her, so if she’s in trouble, we’re going to fix it.”
Andrew said, “Damn straight.”
“Well, good luck with that,” I said. “Meanwhile, do we have a deal?”
William looked at Angie. She met his gaze. Some silent message passed between them I couldn’t catch. He looked back at me and nodded. “Sure.”
The pack stayed for a while longer, drinking, talking. Gloria took a seat next to me and made sure they knew they could come back anytime, explaining her bar welcomed anyone willing to behave. Though few vamps care for wolves, she was quite warm to them. Her hand went under the table and the next thing I knew, someone was playing with my joystick.
Izumi joined the wolf-girls, chatting about the shops in LA, which ones were owned by fey and other kinds of creatures of the night. I lost interest when they started to talk about shoes, and Gloria began licking my ear.
William abruptly stood. “We should go before it gets too late. Mr. Caine, I’ll leave Angie you with you. Don’t take any liberties that might displease me.”
I gave him my soul-of-discretion, misunderstood-innocence look.
For some reason he didn’t buy it.
The wolves got up, said goodbye, and left. Izumi, and Angie were still talking, so I pried myself loose from Gloria, and went to bug Gray. That sword he’d materialized interested me. Besides, I had to rip him a new one. Carrying my glass and a tumbler of Faire tears, I took a seat next to the half-angel. Gray’s mug had gone empty. He held it out to me. I poured in the last of what I had, setting the empty tumbler on the bar.
I hit him with a cold stare. “Next time you make use of your angel abilities to make me happy and get along with every one, I will rip your wings off and thumbtack them to my wall.” I smiled so he’d know I meant it. “So who put you up to it? Izumi? Gloria?”
Gray drained his mug dry and belched. “Nope, your Old Man asked
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