Page 172 of Inbetweeners
“We’d get more than nine lives?” Nix asked.
Tar nodded.
That didn’t tell them much. Nix frowned. “What would we be doing?”
“I told you what Paranormal Resolutions does when you arrived. We police the activities of all supernaturals, both inside species and between them, and any interactions with mortals. You might find yourselves having to search for a werewolf who’s gone on a killing spree, or hunt a missing faerie or sort out a disagreement between vampires. You’d live in London, not in that flat if you’d prefer not.”
“No,” Emmett said. “Not there.”
Tar nodded. “The work is not nine to five. Nor is working every day a requirement, though at times, you might be required to work ten days in a row. You’ll have colleagues who’ll have your backs as I’d expect you to have theirs.”
“We’d be paid?” Emmett asked.
“Yes. It would be as if you were alive. Still not recognised by those you knew prior to your death. Though it appears your brother believes it was you he met.”
Nix somehow wasn’t surprised Tar knew. “He guessed. I didn’t tell him. Will I be able to see him again?”
“Yes.”
“And the alternative?” Emmett asked.
“Heaven. For both of you.”
Emmett turned to Nix. “Do we even need to discuss it? We don’t want D.U.L.L.” He spelt out the word.
Nix smiled. “I think Tar can spell.”
“I can. So what’s your answer?”
Nix looked at him. “We’ll work for you.”
A brief smile—possibly—flittered across Tar’s face. He put a zipped document bag on the table. “Money, passports, plane tickets, phones. I’ll text you details of where you’ll live. The boat has to be back in Piraeus on Friday. You fly out of Athens airport on Saturday. All the details are in the folder along with sea charts to guide you back. Report to Eyria on Sunday. You’ll stay there for a week and come to see me after that.”
“You mentioned Eyria when I first saw you,” Emmett said. “Where is it?”
“You’ll see it in London. Twice the size of the Shard, far more beautiful.” Tar pushed to his feet. “Enjoy your sunset.”
“You can stay and eat with us,” Emmett said.
He shook his head and walked away.
Nix took hold of Emmett’s hand. “Are we going to be able to work together?”
“So long as you do as I tell you.” But Emmett smiled.
“I’m having trouble believing that just happened.”
“What the hell is Tar?” Emmett whispered.
“Our boss.”
Emmett was unsteady on his feet by the time they set off for the yacht. He still insisted on rowing.
“The boat is the other way,” Nix told him after they overshot it.
“I’m taking you on a moonlit tour of the bay, you unromantic philistine.”
Nix laughed. Emmett rowed around the boat in circles for several minutes before Nix took over. He lifted the document bag on board before he even tried to get Emmett onto the boat. It was a minor miracle they both made it without getting wet.
