Part 15
Ceres and Nemesis still stood in Tyche's house staring at the dead body of Jacina in disbelief. Cerise shook her head, for once at a total loss for words. She had no idea what to do or say.
"We have to do something with that," Nemesis nodded at the body.
"No we don't," Cerise said finally, stepping away from the growing puddle of blood. "We can just leave it the way it was and walk away. We had nothing to do with this."
"We saw Tyche kill her! I doubt that Night People royals can claim diplomatic immunity!" Nemesis snorted in disgusted contempt.
Cerise sighed. Nemesis was probably right. Tyche could say they were assisting her in the murder, neither of them had done anything to stop her. Tyche had run off, and now they were stuck.
"She's lost it," Nemesis said.
"We have to get over there before she does something stupid," Cerise said finally.
Nemesis eyed her. "All this fuss over one little vermin girl. It seems kind of crazy to me."
Cerise had to admit she agreed as she and Nemesis hurried to her car and drove over to Cathy's house. Most likely whatever was going to been done would have already happened. It *was* kind of ridiculous all for one vermin girl. One Night Person had broken the rules and it was destroying everything around him. No wonder they were so fucking strict when it came to the rules. To top it all off, they had one dead Harman, and someone was going to raise hell about that.
What they needed to was kill Tyche and Cassanova. And Cathy. Maybe it was harsh, but that was the way things were. It was all Tyche's fault anyway, she'd admitted her own absurd, insane plan.
When they got to Cathy's house there was one car in the driveway. Cerise frowned and rang the doorbell. A short woman in a white business suit answered. "We're friends of Cathy's, is she home?"
The woman - who must be Cathy's mother - shook her head. "No. She went to stay the night at her friend Helen's. You might be able to get her there. Know where that is?"
Cerise smiled and nodded. "Yeah, thanks." She hurried back down the path to her car.
"Well?" Nemesis asked.
"They've gone to Helen's." Cerise sighed again as they headed over.
There were three cars outside. One Helen's, one Tyche's, one Cerise didn't recognise. Nemesis rang the bell. Helen didn't look all that surprised to see them. Tyche, however, was.
"I thought you guys had all abandoned me," she said harshly.
"We nearly did," Nemesis answered. "But then decided we all have the same problem, and we might as well work together."
Cerise turned to the guy she didn't recognise. "Who the hell are you?"
"This is Dallas Redfern," Helen said dismissively. "We have a situation, and we need to figure out what the hell were going to do about it."
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Ceres and Nemesis still stood in Tyche's house staring at the dead body of Jacina in disbelief. Cerise shook her head, for once at a total loss for words. She had no idea what to do or say.
"We have to do something with that," Nemesis nodded at the body.
"No we don't," Cerise said finally, stepping away from the growing puddle of blood. "We can just leave it the way it was and walk away. We had nothing to do with this."
"We saw Tyche kill her! I doubt that Night People royals can claim diplomatic immunity!" Nemesis snorted in disgusted contempt.
Cerise sighed. Nemesis was probably right. Tyche could say they were assisting her in the murder, neither of them had done anything to stop her. Tyche had run off, and now they were stuck.
"She's lost it," Nemesis said.
"We have to get over there before she does something stupid," Cerise said finally.
Nemesis eyed her. "All this fuss over one little vermin girl. It seems kind of crazy to me."
Cerise had to admit she agreed as she and Nemesis hurried to her car and drove over to Cathy's house. Most likely whatever was going to been done would have already happened. It *was* kind of ridiculous all for one vermin girl. One Night Person had broken the rules and it was destroying everything around him. No wonder they were so fucking strict when it came to the rules. To top it all off, they had one dead Harman, and someone was going to raise hell about that.
What they needed to was kill Tyche and Cassanova. And Cathy. Maybe it was harsh, but that was the way things were. It was all Tyche's fault anyway, she'd admitted her own absurd, insane plan.
When they got to Cathy's house there was one car in the driveway. Cerise frowned and rang the doorbell. A short woman in a white business suit answered. "We're friends of Cathy's, is she home?"
The woman - who must be Cathy's mother - shook her head. "No. She went to stay the night at her friend Helen's. You might be able to get her there. Know where that is?"
Cerise smiled and nodded. "Yeah, thanks." She hurried back down the path to her car.
"Well?" Nemesis asked.
"They've gone to Helen's." Cerise sighed again as they headed over.
There were three cars outside. One Helen's, one Tyche's, one Cerise didn't recognise. Nemesis rang the bell. Helen didn't look all that surprised to see them. Tyche, however, was.
"I thought you guys had all abandoned me," she said harshly.
"We nearly did," Nemesis answered. "But then decided we all have the same problem, and we might as well work together."
Cerise turned to the guy she didn't recognise. "Who the hell are you?"
"This is Dallas Redfern," Helen said dismissively. "We have a situation, and we need to figure out what the hell were going to do about it."
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