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I opened my mouth to tell him so, when Gary—another one of Conner’s pack—stalked into the room.Now where had he run off to…?
Surely he hadn’t gone to talk to Bianca? I shot a look toward Conner, but he only shrugged in response. Gary didn’t appear to notice the tension as he strolled toward us. “Abernathy, your girlfriend is out back. You should probably know that she’s talking to a post. Seems like pretty serious stuff.”
The threat died before it even began. I’d kick the crap out of him later.
But first, a post?
Considering recent events, it was more likely that she was speaking to a spirit. How very interesting. Maybe this case could be solved more quickly than I expected.
It could actually be helpful to keep a medium on hand for this sort of thing. Lord knew Norman wasn’t the best company. I’d have to keep it in mind.
“You don’t seem to be very concerned.” Conner appeared to be even more curious about Bianca at Gary’s words. Since his announcement, Conner’s eyes hadn’t even left my face. “Where did you find this chick? You psychologist freaks find the strangest things. Did you kidnap her from your—”
Conner’s remark ended in a scream as he fell to the ground beside Seth. His hands pressed tightly against his broken nose.
“Oh, Damen,” Jamie sighed, rubbing his head. “Not again. You need to learn to control your temper.”
“My temper is fine. You need to learn to control your men.” I didn’t feel remorse over my actions—he deserved it. In any case, I had to go find Bianca. “If you can’t do your job correctly, then I’ll have to tell Titus. And just so you’re aware, he considers her to be under his protection.”
Nervousness radiated through Jamie at my words. “Now, there’s no need to do that. They’ll behave.” His eyes shot toward the two on the ground, and then the man standing behind them. “You are police officers, for God’s sake. Act like it.”
Conner had stopped cursing during Jamie’s lecture, and was warily watching us instead. From his expression I knew we hadn’t heard the last from him. “But—”
“No,” Jamie snarled, his first act of aggression. “Get over it.”
I needed some fresh air. And to get away from these morons. Besides, Jamie wasn’t wrong. I did need to learn to control my temper. But…
It had been a trying few days.
There was Finn, who I hadn’t heard from in a long time. And the things he had been up to. Not to mention the other things Bianca had gone through. I thought of myself as a semi-decent person, and anyone would be angry at what she suffered.
But even I admitted I might be angrier than what was necessary.
I needed to talk to my brother. But now he was avoiding me. He ignored my summons, and even hid from his classes today. Even Kasai couldn’t locate him, even though I knew he was on campus.
But he couldn’t hide forever.
“I’m going outside,” I said, striding from the room. Conner and Jamie were still staring at each other, but it was not my concern. “When I get back, remember to be professional. We can discuss theories in a moment.”
Now, I wondered what Caleb Weaver could tell us on the subject of his demise.
Chapter Seven
Bianca
Fly
The whole of this conversation was extremely frustrating. And it didn’t help matters that it was difficult to differentiate between my feelings and Mr. Weaver’s. “Why—”
“What are you up to, baby girl?” Damen materialized behind me, looping his arms around my neck and resting his chin on my head. “Are you having a problem with dear Mr. Weaver?”
I blinked—stunned by his sudden appearance and the fact he seemed to be aware of what was happening. He had said he couldn’t, but my previous assumption must have been right. Damen must be able to see—
“No, I cannot currently see the spirits of the departed,” Damen responded. “An officer said that you were talking to someone.”
The thought died as quickly as it was formed, and I wondered if he was able to read minds.
“And no, I cannot read your mind. Your every thought shows on your face. It’s adorable and endearing.” Now he sounded amused, and his chest heaved in silent laughter. “You must be terrible at poker.”
