With him was a blade of a woman. Thin, unsmiling, dark and cool as a rainy midnight, she was wrapped in a gray coat and gray scarf that did nothing to soften her angular but pretty features. Detective Lia Payne.
I used to run all my Hounding jobs that dealt with illegal use of magic past them before Detective Stotts and the MERC, a secret branch of the law that dealt with magical crime, came into my life. We were maybe not fast friends, but friends just the same.
Just as I spotted them, they spotted me.
I smiled and waved.
“Tell me you did not just wave down the cops,” Shamus whispered.
“Tita!” Mackanie strolled over, a smile on his face. He took in my company, with what seemed to be friendly interest.
Zayvion Jones looked Love in the eyes, but had slouched into his slacker-drifter bit he did so well, and Shame motioned under the table, breaking the Mute spell before Mackanie got too close.
“Food any good today?” He stopped between Zay’s and Shamus’s chairs.
“Good enough that it’s almost gone,” I said. “Have you met Zayvion Jones and Shamus Flynn?”
“Jones and I have met.” He nodded at Zay.
“Detective Love,” Zayvion said.
“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure, Mr. Flynn.” He held his hand out to Shame. They shook.
“Pleased to meet you,” Shame said with very little tone inflection. He’d fallen into his sullen goth-boy act pretty fast. What was it with these two and the cops?
Oh yeah. Most of what they did would probably be considered illegal if the world ever knew magic could do what they could make it do.
“So, you talked to Stotts today?” Love asked me.
“Should I?”
“He knows how to find you, yah?”
“He has my number. There a case he wants me on?”
“Not sure. He’s got your number, you got no worries. But that warehouse of yours. There’s a worry. I hear they’re gonna condemn it.”
I grinned. That warehouse of mine was the building next to Get Mugged. Grant had decided to buy it, and agreed to let me lease two of the floors for an office, a meeting space, a couple bunks, a kitchen, and a workout room for the Hounds. To say it had been a learning experience was a serious understatement. I’d never repaired or renovated anything in my life. Yes, I hired a contractor to do the big fixes, but then I dragged as many Hounds into manual labor as I could.
Not one of my brighter plans. Hounds are loners. Working together was so far out of their natural tendencies, it was laughable.
And with how much I’d spent doing it, I think it would have been cheaper to just knock the place down and build from scratch. But Grant loved the “vintage” feel of it, and so did the ghost hunters who were renting out the bottom floor. Therefore, the old building remained as it was, standing proudly. Well, leaning proudly, anyway.
Plus the location—right next door to my favorite coffee shop—was pretty hard to beat.
“Too late to condemn it,” I said. “Paint’s dry by the end of the week, and the landline’s being hooked up tomorrow.”
“So you got emergency response plugged in, in case of trouble?”
“No drug use allowed on the premises. No guns. No brawls. No troubles.”
He just stared at me. Yeah, we all knew that things went to hell when too many Hounds got together for too long.
“Fine,” I said. “Yes, I’ve set things up.”
“Good, then, good,” he said. “You Hound, Flynn?” he asked Shame.
“Wash dishes at my mum’s restaurant, Feile San Fhomher.”
“Maybe that’s where I’ve seen you, yah?”
He shrugged. “Unless you worked juvie a few years back.”
I turned and stared at Shame. He had a record? “You have a record?” I asked. See how tactful I could be?
“Did some tagging when I was fourteen.”
How come I figured it was a lot more than that?
“Gang?” Love asked.
“Just art and anger.”
“You get that out of your system?” he asked.
“Let’s just say I’m not fourteen anymore.”
Love grinned. “Yah, live and learn. I got some eating to do, though this place’s got nothing on your mom’s blackberry cobbler.”
Maeve’s inn was a working restaurant. Which meant a lot of people went there, including cops who had no idea she was one of the voices in the Authority and her entire inn and restaurant was built over a secret, hidden well of magic.
This kind of stuff gave me a headache. There were layers and layers of who knew what in this city. Zayvion said he