"Well fudge cakes," Maggie said. Kel stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, his largeness filling the space. His hands hung loosely at his sides. "Do you want to come in?"Should she ask him how he managed to get in?"You should probably make the decision quickly before someone notices that we're inside."She nodded and climbed the steps. He didn't move. "What?""Last chance. You can walk away," he said. He didn't know her so she shouldn't be insulted. "I can't walk away, Kel. He's one of my clients. He's a kid."He nodded as if he understood. He moved out of her way and into the house. She entered it, her breath held, but there was very little furniture. She'd been in the living room when Billy had been first placed in the house. There'd been a whole living room set in there. Unless they had redecorated in a minimalist style, it was obvious they'd moved out. Which wasn't allowed without letting her know. She sighed. "He's gone.""Yes. Are you sure this is as big a dea
Kel saw Maggie to the bus stop and after she climbed onto the next bus, he pulled out his phone. This wasn't a job he wanted, but he wasn't going to do it alone.He punched in the numbers for Foley Security. They were three brothers and a sister who did security for high profile clients who wanted low-profile security. He and his fellow Grotesque owners had helped them out when more bodies were needed. They'd tangled with a few goblins lately and would know if this was part of a bigger event. "Foley Security," a female voice said. "Heather speaking."It wasn't Aileen, who had once been a bouncer for Grotesque. Business must be good enough that they'd hired a receptionist. "I'm looking for Donal. Or Tex.""Which one sir?""Donal.""He's not in the office today. I can put you through to his voicemail," she said."Then Tex.""Let me see if he's free. May I tell him who is calling?""Kel Halloway."She put him on hold and thankfully crappy music didn't come over the line. Just silence. So
Kel waited in a coffee shop near Maggie's apartment. He'd driven there and found a spot, but wasn't willing to go any closer. He would give her the necessary information and then be done. She should go to the cops and let them handle this.That wasn't the advice the Foley brothers had given him. Too bad. He didn't want to be involved. He wanted to keep his distance. His meeting with the Foleys reinforced that the goblins were up to no good."Not my problem," he said to no one.The coffee shop was in that lull after breakfast and before lunch. The commuters had all left half of an hour ago and the only ones occupying the place were job hunters and freelancers. Everyone tapped away at keyboards and the fact that he didn't have a computer in front of him almost made him feel as if he'd arrived at a ball in jeans. Almost. He shifted in his chair, staring out the window in the direction Maggie would most likely approach the place. He wanted this meeting over with. The Foleys had been all r
Whitney spun around and left Kel in the coffee shop. He didn't follow and that made her glad. For as little as she knew him, she already had a soft spot in her heart for Kel. He could probably have come close to talking her out of this. She strode away in case he changed his mind. Pulling her phone out, she made a decision. She would pursue this as far as she could. Billy would not fall through the cracks. "Mags.""Beth, I need your help. You up for an adventure?""Where are we going?""I don't know exactly yet."Maggie found a bench and flopped onto it, suddenly realizing that Kel hadn't told her much at all. Beth laughed. "I'm up for an adventure, but not if you don't know where it's going to happen."Maggie filled in her best friend on what she knew. "That's where I stand.""You've been talking about Billy Malone a lot. I know that you're concerned, but maybe this guy is right. This sounds huge and dangerous."Since when did Beth turn down an interesting time? Often in between act
Maggie put her phone up to her ear, hoping that her call would go to voicemail. She didn't know what she would feel when she heard Brandon's voice. She hadn't spoken to him in six months. She hadn't even heard from him or about him.He couldn't get away from her fast enough. He hadn't been supportive of much of what she'd done and in that last case, it had seemed as if he'd put obstacles in her way. She didn't know for sure. "Maggie?"That would mean that he had her number in his contacts. Still. Even after six months. "Hi.""Hey, what's up?"He seemed glad to hear from her. "Well, I need your help with something."He sighed. "I'm not sure I can help you, Maggie. I got a lot of heat from the higher ups about the last time."She chewed on her lip. "I don't need you to do anything other than give me some information.""About what?""Where do homeless teens hang out?"A chuckle came through the phone. "Is this another one of your crusades?""Of course, but I just need to know then you c
Maggie stared at her phone for a few moments after Kel hung up. Kel? What was that short for? Kellen? Kelly? She didn't see him as a Kelly. That was a much more feminine name than he was. Why had her brain taken that detour?She wouldn't have waited for him if he'd given her the location. Now she would have to stay here until he showed up. Parking would be a pain. Maybe she could sweet talk him out of the information and leave him in the traffic. Who was she kidding? She was looking forward to seeing Kel. He'd been on her mind since she left him at the coffee shop. Her phone rang again. "Get lost?" she asked."Lost?" Beth answered. "Oh I thought you were someone else."Maggie shifted on the bench. "Who, Brandon?""No, I already talked to him.""And?""He didn't give me the information I wanted.""He still has feelings for you," Beth said.There was so much wrong about her and Brandon. He was a nice guy, but not her nice guy. "Doesn't matter. He wasn't on my side. He wasn't my perso
Maggie was moving her legs as fast as she could, but was only just keeping up with Kel. "Sorry."He slowed his pace. He stopped in front of a truck that was big enough to impress her that he parallel parked it. She eyed the vehicle. "Yours?""Yes.""Okay."He opened the door and helped her in. It wasn't a new truck, but she saw it as a true reflection of Kel. A little battered, but probably managed to get him from point a to point b. He climbed in the other side as she clicked in her seatbelt. "Are you really taking me there?"He started the truck. The dash lights illuminated part of his face. "Yes. Against my better judgment.""I don't need your protection, Kel. I don't need a guy with a hero complex. I've had enough of those."He turned his head to her. "Maggie, you need protection from yourself as well as from the people who will be where we are going."She bristled at the idea. "I don't."A chuckle rumbled from deep inside of him. "You do."He pulled out onto the street. Full dark
Maggie didn't want to be smug, but that's how she was feeling. These were tough kids, but kids at heart. She knew how to deal with them. Better than Kel. It might have turned into a pissing contest if she hadn't stepped in. They followed the tall boy through a side door of what was probably once a warehouse. New ones had been built elsewhere and these hadn't gone through what would eventually be gentrification. They would be turned into trendy loft apartments the size of a closet, but those right out of college would clamor to rent. These kids would be ousted out of here. She wanted to find them all homes. Why had the system failed them? Inside, boys and girls lay around in sleeping bags, both real and makeshift ones. The place stunk of body odor and weed. It all wrinkled Maggie's nose. She'd never seen such squalor. Phones lit up the place where rigged up twinkle lights didn't reach. "Someone's got some talent," Kel said. "They've connected to the grid without anyone else's help."