Chapter 2
Dyson took a sniff and growled in his throat. "Fae. Smells like a Mesmer." He told Hale as he stood.
"Yo, I thought Vex was the last Mesmer?" Hale asked him, looking at him confused. The Siren sighed and looked around. "Have you seen Bo?"
"No, and he has some questions to answer," Dyson said, taking one last look at the crime scene. He walked over to the CSI guys. "Well?"
"Suicide. Seems strange though," the man said, scratching his neck. "out in the open like this? Kind of obvious." He shook his head and packed up his gear before making a move to leave.
Dyson looked over at Hale. "We should go talk to Trick," he said, nodding towards the dead man's body. "Maybe he can help us."
Dyson entered the Dal and looked around before spying Trick talking to Bo and Kenzi. "Hey," he said smoothly, taking a seat next to Bo. "Hey, Trick, I have a question for you."
"Sure, what's up?" Trick asked, wiping down the counter. His short stature made it hard for him sometimes and the floor behind the bar was raised to help him out.
"We have what looks like a Mesmer feed, but Vex isn't even in town," Dyson explained. "Do you know anything?"
"No," Trick said. "Mesmers are quite private. The fact that the feed was so obvious and bloody says a lot about this Fae." Trick went into the back and returned with a book. "Here. It's a record of all the Mesmers in the world." He opened it and began flipping through it. "That's strange."
"What is?" Dyson asked, perking up, his eyes trained on the Blood Mage.
"Vex's family tree is unfinished…There's a portrait, but no name." Trick said, looking up. "Here," he pushed the book over, showing the photo of a female, about twenty years old, with violet streaked black hair hanging in waves around an oval shaped face. She had large brown eyes, almost amber colored, with a small, button nose, and a pair of small, full lips. Her skin was a faint peach colored and she wore a black tank top, jacket, and jeans. A silver necklace with an aquamarine pendant hung around her neck.
"I've seen that necklace," Bo said, studying the picture. "Vex had the jewel in the ring, but it's the same one." She looked up at Dyson. "He might know something."
"Worth a shot," Hale said. "Let's go, brother." He patted on Dyson's back and got up to leave.
"Bo, stay out of this." Dyson warned her, his voice low. "If she is Vex's daughter, something tells me she has the same blood-thirsty needs he does."
"Dyson, I'm not that stupid." Bo said, crossing her arms and watching him leave. When the door had shut behind him Kenzi popped the sucker out of her mouth.
"We're following them, aren't we?"
"No, we're helping this girl," Bo said, grabbing her bag. "If she has no idea about her parentage, which I'm guessing, she's going to need someone who's been in her place."
