Warren Beady's bloodline is so mixed you can't tell what's in there
anymore. His hair is black, and short, and he's about 5'8''. He has blue
eyes. He's sitting across from me right now with the biggest fucking grin
this side of Hollywood.
"Geez Beady," Owens wisecracks, "I've never seen anyone smile that big. You finally lose your virginity?" Beady is still smiling, which means whatever it is, it is good.
"I've got our murderer," he says.
"Oh yeah?" Owens is skeptical. He plonks his ass down next to me, across the desk from Beady. We are being competitive. Isn't that quaint?
"Yeah." We wait for him to tell us more and he doesn't. He just sits there, still grinning.
"Are you going to tell us any time this century?" I ask. I don't like to be beaten.
"Just taking my sweet time. A man's gotta gloat."
I cross my arms, "Gloat on your own time. Not mine."
"C'mon Jack, being shot in the arm has made you grumpy." That's not all it's made me. Beady, if you knew what I really was, you would run screaming. I've drained the life out of more people than you can conceive of. Now quit yapping and get to the point.
The only thing I say is, "Beady. Spill."
Beady shrugs and tries to look overly casual, "So the circus is in town, right?"
"They are?"
"Yeah. Circus of Stars: Masters of Mysteries of something. And they have everything. Bears, lions, tigers, dogs with little poofy tails. Hey they are more dangerous than they look. And this guy who swallows swords longer than my arm, I swear."
"You mean we've been grilling a suspect all day whilst you go to the circus!" exclaims Owens, pretending to be pissed.
"I thought a stripper would be more your kind of show Owens," Warren fires back. Owens inclines his head. He's run out of verbal ammo.
I try to be more professional, "So you've got a motive?"
Warren looks slightly uncomfortable. "No yet," he admits, and fidgets in his seat. Ha!
"So you've got shit," I tell him. Aren't I just a nice friend.
"Hey," Warren says defensively, "The minute we link Fred Masters to the Circus, this shit is going down."
"What are you going to do, arrest the whole troupe?"
"If I have to." Good luck with that.
I shake my head, "You're an idiot." Beady looks hurt. I want to feel guilty but it's not my job to pamper him. Jack wouldn't have been so blunt. She would have thought it, but she wouldn't have been so blunt. I guess there is some of me in here after all.
"Woah guys," says Owens, "chill." He is not used to us arguing. Maybe I am just pissed that Warren got better information than we did. Which is not true. There is still Janette's stalker.
"D'you find anything?" Beady asks. He is trying to make amends. He doesn't understand what's come over me either. Why am I in an eternal grump? Because I am a supernaturally powerful demon and the only thing I can do right now is follow some pitiful human investigation procedure.
Someone else is going to die. I can feel it.
"Just your mamma," I tell Warren Beady. If I wasn't in such a bad mood, it might have been funny. Hell I am an angel of death. You ain't seen bad mood yet.
"Geez Beady," Owens wisecracks, "I've never seen anyone smile that big. You finally lose your virginity?" Beady is still smiling, which means whatever it is, it is good.
"I've got our murderer," he says.
"Oh yeah?" Owens is skeptical. He plonks his ass down next to me, across the desk from Beady. We are being competitive. Isn't that quaint?
"Yeah." We wait for him to tell us more and he doesn't. He just sits there, still grinning.
"Are you going to tell us any time this century?" I ask. I don't like to be beaten.
"Just taking my sweet time. A man's gotta gloat."
I cross my arms, "Gloat on your own time. Not mine."
"C'mon Jack, being shot in the arm has made you grumpy." That's not all it's made me. Beady, if you knew what I really was, you would run screaming. I've drained the life out of more people than you can conceive of. Now quit yapping and get to the point.
The only thing I say is, "Beady. Spill."
Beady shrugs and tries to look overly casual, "So the circus is in town, right?"
"They are?"
"Yeah. Circus of Stars: Masters of Mysteries of something. And they have everything. Bears, lions, tigers, dogs with little poofy tails. Hey they are more dangerous than they look. And this guy who swallows swords longer than my arm, I swear."
"You mean we've been grilling a suspect all day whilst you go to the circus!" exclaims Owens, pretending to be pissed.
"I thought a stripper would be more your kind of show Owens," Warren fires back. Owens inclines his head. He's run out of verbal ammo.
I try to be more professional, "So you've got a motive?"
Warren looks slightly uncomfortable. "No yet," he admits, and fidgets in his seat. Ha!
"So you've got shit," I tell him. Aren't I just a nice friend.
"Hey," Warren says defensively, "The minute we link Fred Masters to the Circus, this shit is going down."
"What are you going to do, arrest the whole troupe?"
"If I have to." Good luck with that.
I shake my head, "You're an idiot." Beady looks hurt. I want to feel guilty but it's not my job to pamper him. Jack wouldn't have been so blunt. She would have thought it, but she wouldn't have been so blunt. I guess there is some of me in here after all.
"Woah guys," says Owens, "chill." He is not used to us arguing. Maybe I am just pissed that Warren got better information than we did. Which is not true. There is still Janette's stalker.
"D'you find anything?" Beady asks. He is trying to make amends. He doesn't understand what's come over me either. Why am I in an eternal grump? Because I am a supernaturally powerful demon and the only thing I can do right now is follow some pitiful human investigation procedure.
Someone else is going to die. I can feel it.
"Just your mamma," I tell Warren Beady. If I wasn't in such a bad mood, it might have been funny. Hell I am an angel of death. You ain't seen bad mood yet.