Magic Shifts
Page 45
“Is it possible he could’ve missed the scent?”
“This time of year, the wind usually blows southeast. I didn’t smell him until I was right up on the tree. Eduardo wouldn’t have any reason to come out here, unless he was mowing the yard, which he probably won’t do for another couple of months. So yes, it is possible he missed it. But bison have good hearing and an acute sense of smell. So he may have known about it.”
“If he had known about it, wouldn’t he have ruffled the mulch or something to put his territorial stamp on it?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea what bison do besides charging intruders.”
“Could we ask somebody?”
Curran stared at me helplessly. “The Pack has one werebison and he’s missing.”
Ugh. Every clue we found led to a dead end. “You’re no help.”
“Why am I the expert all of a sudden?”
“Of the two of us, you have more stalking experience.”
He leaned back. “Really?”
“Yes. When you let yourself into my apartment before we were dating, did you fidget while you watched me?”
“Will you let it go?” he growled.
“No.”
“I didn’t fidget. I checked on you to make sure you hadn’t gotten yourself killed. I wanted to know that you weren’t dying slowly of your wounds, because you have no sense and half of the time you couldn’t afford a medmage. I didn’t stand there and watch you. I came in, made sure you were okay, and left. It wasn’t creepy.”
“It was a little creepy.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“Worked how?”
“You’re still alive.”
“Yes, of course, take all the credit.”
We looked at the mulch some more. We were both irritated. Eduardo had been missing for far too long.
“No ghouls?” I asked.
“No ghouls. I walked the entire perimeter of the property. You find out anything?”
“He was making a budget for him and George. He needed money.”
Curran stared at the tree, frustration clear on his face.
“Also this.” I showed him the dagger.
“Nice,” Curran said.
“I found it in the trash can in his office. It was made for a man.”
“How do you know?”
“Because this cost a very solid chunk of money. If someone was willing to spend that much on a gift for a woman, it would have gold on it somewhere. In Islam the wearing of gold and silk for men is haram, forbidden. Muslim men are supposed to be determined, steadfast, and resolute, dedicated to their faith and the protection of their family. Gold and silk are signs of luxury, which are fine for women but frowned upon for men.” I stroked the silver on the scabbard. “This is a dagger made for a male. It has a protective supplication on it, and it’s decorated with feruz, turquoise, which helps obtain divine help and victory in battle, and aqiq, carnelian, which protects against evil and misfortune.”
I realized he was staring at me.
“What?”
“How do you even remember all this?”
“It’s my job to remember.” Blades were the tools of my trade. If it cut a human body, and it cut it well, I knew something about it.
He took the blade from me and smelled it. “It’s been soaked in something that kills the scent and then polished with clove oil. Smells like one of your swords.”
“This is not Eduardo’s usual fare,” I said. “He tends to wider blades or heavy weapons. This is a precision self-defense dagger. Ghouls originate in Arabia. Wolf griffins are geographically close. Was Eduardo a Muslim, by any chance?”
“No. We would’ve seen him pray while on the ship, and he and I talked before and he mentioned he wasn’t religious. Maybe he beat up his stalker and took the dagger away. But then why not sell it? Why throw it away?”
“I have no idea. I can take the dagger to a smith tomorrow.”
“If it was given to him, I’m wondering about the thinking behind giving a shapeshifter something decorated with silver,” Curran said. “Either the dagger was made for someone else originally or the gift giver is clueless.”
“Or he might have thought that Eduardo may have to attack something that doesn’t like silver.” I sighed.
In any investigation there comes a time when you run out of things to do. We had just hit that point. Nothing else could be done until the morning.
“Let’s go home,” Curran said.
“This time of year, the wind usually blows southeast. I didn’t smell him until I was right up on the tree. Eduardo wouldn’t have any reason to come out here, unless he was mowing the yard, which he probably won’t do for another couple of months. So yes, it is possible he missed it. But bison have good hearing and an acute sense of smell. So he may have known about it.”
“If he had known about it, wouldn’t he have ruffled the mulch or something to put his territorial stamp on it?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea what bison do besides charging intruders.”
“Could we ask somebody?”
Curran stared at me helplessly. “The Pack has one werebison and he’s missing.”
Ugh. Every clue we found led to a dead end. “You’re no help.”
“Why am I the expert all of a sudden?”
“Of the two of us, you have more stalking experience.”
He leaned back. “Really?”
“Yes. When you let yourself into my apartment before we were dating, did you fidget while you watched me?”
“Will you let it go?” he growled.
“No.”
“I didn’t fidget. I checked on you to make sure you hadn’t gotten yourself killed. I wanted to know that you weren’t dying slowly of your wounds, because you have no sense and half of the time you couldn’t afford a medmage. I didn’t stand there and watch you. I came in, made sure you were okay, and left. It wasn’t creepy.”
“It was a little creepy.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“Worked how?”
“You’re still alive.”
“Yes, of course, take all the credit.”
We looked at the mulch some more. We were both irritated. Eduardo had been missing for far too long.
“No ghouls?” I asked.
“No ghouls. I walked the entire perimeter of the property. You find out anything?”
“He was making a budget for him and George. He needed money.”
Curran stared at the tree, frustration clear on his face.
“Also this.” I showed him the dagger.
“Nice,” Curran said.
“I found it in the trash can in his office. It was made for a man.”
“How do you know?”
“Because this cost a very solid chunk of money. If someone was willing to spend that much on a gift for a woman, it would have gold on it somewhere. In Islam the wearing of gold and silk for men is haram, forbidden. Muslim men are supposed to be determined, steadfast, and resolute, dedicated to their faith and the protection of their family. Gold and silk are signs of luxury, which are fine for women but frowned upon for men.” I stroked the silver on the scabbard. “This is a dagger made for a male. It has a protective supplication on it, and it’s decorated with feruz, turquoise, which helps obtain divine help and victory in battle, and aqiq, carnelian, which protects against evil and misfortune.”
I realized he was staring at me.
“What?”
“How do you even remember all this?”
“It’s my job to remember.” Blades were the tools of my trade. If it cut a human body, and it cut it well, I knew something about it.
He took the blade from me and smelled it. “It’s been soaked in something that kills the scent and then polished with clove oil. Smells like one of your swords.”
“This is not Eduardo’s usual fare,” I said. “He tends to wider blades or heavy weapons. This is a precision self-defense dagger. Ghouls originate in Arabia. Wolf griffins are geographically close. Was Eduardo a Muslim, by any chance?”
“No. We would’ve seen him pray while on the ship, and he and I talked before and he mentioned he wasn’t religious. Maybe he beat up his stalker and took the dagger away. But then why not sell it? Why throw it away?”
“I have no idea. I can take the dagger to a smith tomorrow.”
“If it was given to him, I’m wondering about the thinking behind giving a shapeshifter something decorated with silver,” Curran said. “Either the dagger was made for someone else originally or the gift giver is clueless.”
“Or he might have thought that Eduardo may have to attack something that doesn’t like silver.” I sighed.
In any investigation there comes a time when you run out of things to do. We had just hit that point. Nothing else could be done until the morning.
“Let’s go home,” Curran said.
