Then I can hire them to paint it brown or green." "Police have searched Blackwood's house," Adam told me.
"They haven't found any sign of Blackwood or Amber.
Officially, they believe Amber might have run off with Blackwood." He sighed.
"I know that it tarnishes Amber unfairly, but it was the best story we could come up with and still leave her husband in the clear." "The people who matter know," I told him.
Amber didn't have any immediate family she cared for.
In a few months, I was tentatively planning a trip to Mesa, Arizona, where Char was living.
I'd tell her, because Char was the only other person Amber would care about.
"No one is going to get into trouble about this, are they?" "The people who matter know," he answered with a faint smile.
"Unofficially, Blackwood scared the bejeebers out of a lot of people who are glad to see him gone.
No one will take it further." "Good." I touched the bright white wall next to the door.
It looked better.
I hoped that it wouldn't scare away customers.
People are funny.
My customers look at my run-down-appearing garage and know they are saving the money I don't put into face-lifts.
Tim's cousin Courtney had paid for all of the paint and labor in return for my dropping the charges against her.
I figured she had been hurt enough.
"I heard you and Zee worked out something on the garage." I nodded.
"I have to repay him immediately--he said so, and he is fae so it must be done.
He's going to loan me the money to do it at the same interest rate as the original loan." He grinned and opened the pink door so I could precede him inside.
"So you're paying him the same amount as before?" "Uncle Mike came up with it, and it made Zee happy." Amused him was more like it.
All the fae have a strange sense of humor.
Stefan was sitting on my stool by the cash register.
He'd spent two nights unmoving in Adam's basement, then disappeared without a word to either Adam or me.
"Hey, Stefan," I said.
"I came to tell you that we no longer share a bond," he told me stiffly.
"Blackwood broke it." "When?" I asked.
"He didn't have time.
You answered my call--and it wasn't very long after that when Blackwood died." "I imagine when he fed from you again," Stefan said.
"Because when Adam called me to tell me you'd disappeared, I couldn't find you at all." "Then how did you manage to find me?" I asked.
"Marsilia." I looked at his face, but I couldn't read how much it had cost him to ask for her help.