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Thursday, March 22, 2012

SHIFTERS 'R' US - (11) Edward Kendrick

“How soon after you confronted your father did you get the phone call, Rémy?”

“Maybe half a day later. They said if I didn’t meet them and give them what I’d found they’d come and get it, even if they had to beat the information about where it was out of me.” He slammed his fist on the floor, rage showing in every line of his body. “My father either set that up, or told someone and the word got out to his rivals. Either way, I knew I had to get out of there. So, I ran.”

“Under the circumstances, running is good. Can I ask why you were willing to trust us enough to let us come here when John had told you we were hired by your father to find you?”

Rémy seemed to think about that before answering Terry. “Partly because John said he trusted you; that you didn’t really pressure them, just asked questions. And maybe, I guess, just a gut feeling that it would be safe. Besides,” he grinned, “if you were just humans there’s not way you could have gotten in here.”

“And if we were shifters, which we are?”

“Then I might have been up shit creek and would have had to teleport out of here. Which I’m not so good at.”

“How ‘not so good’ are you?” Alfie asked, chuckling.

“I can’t seem to go very far yet, which means I’d have had to choose a spot in Idaho Springs and hope I made it there and didn’t end up in a snowdrift half up some hillside.”

“It comes with age and practice,” Terry told him. “Speaking of which, unless you’ve formed a real attachment for this place I suggest we get out of here.”

“I am not getting back in the jeep if it’s still snowing blue blazes,” Alfie growled.

“I was thinking more like straight home. I can come back for it later.”

“Not a good idea right now,” Alfie replied. “Rémy’s father knows where our office is, and obviously he knows what we are or he wouldn’t have found us to hire us. Since he knows that, he might know where we live as well.”

“He knows… what do you mean he wouldn’t have found you to hire you if he didn’t know you were shifters?” Rémy looked between the two men in confusion.

“We only work for shifters. Human’s, if they think about it at all, think we’re just accountants employed by the guy who owns the business downstairs from us. Speaking of which…” Terry glanced at Alfie. “Maybe..?”

“Yeah, probably.” Alfie took hold of one of Rémy’s arms while Terry took the other. Seconds later they were in their friend’s office.

The leopard shifter looked up from his computer to ask somewhat acerbically, “To what do I owe this visit?”

“Rémy, this is Mr. Pardus. Namir, this is Rémy; he’s the reason we’re here.”

Despite being scared and feeling more than a bit discombobulated by the teleporting, Rémy couldn’t help a soft snort of amusement. “Mr. Leopard Leopard? What were your folks thinking?”

“That I would be the Alpha to end all Alpha’s someday… boy,” Namir replied scathingly.

Before Rémy could say anything else that might get him in trouble, Alfie stepped into the conversation to explain quickly what was going on. He ended with, “So, what we need is a safe place to put up for a while.”

Namir cocked an eyebrow. “In or near to the city, or hundreds of miles away from here?”

“It would be easier if we were here where we’re closer to the source of the problem,” Terry told him.

After tapping his lip for a moment, Namir nodded. “I know just the place.”


Thanks so much, Edward! Another great free read. I've also posted at Edward's blog, we've swapped. Hit http://edwardkendrick.blogspot.com/ to read my article 'Fanfics - Copyright Infringement or Promotion'! ~ Blak Rayne

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