Chapter 10:
"We have a case." I said to Dyson in disbelief.
I handed him the file he scanned it. "I thought we were on vacation."
I nodded, "apparently not a faecation. It's a fae case."
Two fae were murdered. Their kids wanted justice. It was pretty clean cut except for the fact the person they're accusing of murder is a notorious Fae Gang Boss by the name of Archer. The guy was nothing but a pain. We had seen him appear in many of our cases previously as a person of interest, but some how he always got away with it. Dyson gave me a look. He was thinking what I was thinking, but then he realized what I had. We were succubus/less which meant we had to come up with some other lure.
Dyson smirked at me, "well?"
I rolled my eyes, "no."
"Tamsin," he said simply.
"Not happening."
"We need bait."
"It's not going to be me."
I stood in the elevator in a red dress watching as the numbers ticked upward. Of course I had to do it. There was no one else. Kenzi was looking after Bo and even if she wasn't I wouldn't her anywhere near this scumbag. The elevator door opened and revealed a very posh party. Everyone dressed up, holding drinks, laughing at tedious conversation I groaned. Fun. I strutted across the party. I grabbed a glass of champagne. When I felt a hand on the small of my back I had to resist the urge to punch the owner of said hand in the face.
"My aren't you a pretty one; perfect skin, blonde hair and those eyes. Hm, and in that dress."
"Pretty? More like beautiful, stunning." I corrected.
"Confident, but why would I expect anything less from a promising Valkyrie Detective who just avoided charges from the F.I.B."
He said it in a way that made it clear he was trying to catch me off guard, but I figured he would know who I was and I planned for that.
"Well, you know who I am and I know who you are. Safe to say we're both a bit bad?"
He paused unsure of how to respond. I was really hoping he wouldn't be interested in what I was prompting. If he was well that would definitely complicate things. He smiled with a nod.
"Indeed we are, the question is how bad are you Detective?"
I turned to face him. I began adjusting his tie.
"Bad enough if you ask me, but everyone's got their own scale for that don't they?"
"That is very true," he reached into his pocket and handed me a card. "Call me sometime, we can measure how bad you are."
Once he was gone I gagged at the conversation. I grimaced. I picked up my champagne from the table and finished it off. I headed off to the bathroom and took out my cellphone to dial Dyson. He was waiting downstairs in the car.
"How's it going?"
"I'd say it's going pretty well. He seems to think I'm a dirty cop so he's interested, but there's something about him I just don't like. What kind of fae is he again?"
"He's a-" The phone went dead.
I grimaced as I glanced down at my phone. Really, zero percent, I groaned at the sight of the flashing empty battery. I shoved the phone in my pocket. Hopefully Dyson wasn't worried. Likely he would assume something important had pulled me away. I turned my attention to the mirror. I had to admit I looked good then again I always looked good, but tonight I looked really good. A different kind of good. As I checked myself out in the mirror I noticed there were now two of me. I turned to the other me. I reached out to touch her. She was solid. I swallowed because she was definitely there. She reached out to touch me. I swiped her hand away causing her to disappear into black smoke.
"You okay Detective?" Archer's voice asked from the door.
His hands were in his pocket as he stood there examining the look on my face.
"Of course, are you? This is the girl's room."
He laughed, "yeah I noticed. Lack of urinals really gave it away."
My tongue felt like it was sticking to the roof of my mouth. I scowled. I moved towards him. I tried to slip past him but he blocked my exit by placing his hand against the wall.
"Do you know what I am?" He asked.
I was nervous, but I tried to play it cool. "No, but I know you're going to tell me."
He shook his head. "No. I'm going to show you."