The curse of Brushka

Riordan paced in his study, his mind whirring on a hundred things in a second when the door was pushed in and Fellin strode in with some papers.

“Okay so I have the news right here and it says that Vinaud is turning everything upside down right now as it seems something very important is missing.” His Beta peered at him suspiciously. “We wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with this would we?”

Riordan took his seat and sorted the last sheaf of papers on his desk.

“The place I talked about earlier. Get it ready, I need the place set up before tomorrow.” Riordan said and Fellin stopped in his tracks.

“You’re not thinking of going after the assassin again are you?” Fellin asked him, incredulous and when he only replied him with a deadpan expression, Fellin made a frustrated noise at the back of his throat.

“This is bordering on obsession at this point. You already tried this thing with this female and it didn’t work out. Perhaps it’s for the best. Mira is dead but there are things