The Unleashing
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I dont want to say Im sorry.
Because you dont think you did anything wrong or because youre being stubborn and ridiculous like you always are?
Can I get a third option?
Erin. Sweetie.
Uh-oh.
You know I love you. Of all the Crows I have mentored over the years, you were definitely one of my favorites. Do you know why?
Because of my charm and street smarts?
Because youre like me.
Oh, come on, Betty! Thats not fair!
Just like me. You fuck with people just to fuck with people. You enjoy making their lives uncomfortable. Youre too smart for your own good. And youre insanely talented.
You do know that at this point, youre really just complimenting yourself, right?
Tessa examined the new glass French doors the workers had installed and nodded her head. Perfect. Thank you, Armand.
I love you guys, the installer told her with a hearty laugh, his grin wide as he handed over paperwork for Tessa to sign. Ive never had one place need so many replacement windows and doors. Ive put both my kids through college because of Giant Strides!
Signing and initialing where indicated, Tessa could do nothing but laugh along with Armand even though she knew he was serious. The Crows were admittedly harsh on their windows and doors. Mostly due to parties where drunk sisters ended up flying into glass windows and doors that they thought were open but were, in fact, well cleaned.
Thanks, Armand.
And thank you!
The installer and his team left and Tessa looked over the work. Thats when the morning sunlight happened to catch her eye as it glinted off a camera lens in one of the trees.
Tee?
Tessa glanced over her shoulder and saw Annalisa walking toward her. Hey.
So . . . where are we?
Watching the intruder closely, Tessa asked, Where are we with what?
The new girl and Amsel? Chloe wants me to take over as mentor.
Theyll work it out.
Are we so sure?
I love your use of the royal we.
Maybe we should
Theyll work it out, Annalisa. Ya gotta have faith sometimes.
Okay. She stepped closer and asked, What are you doing?
Watching this paparazzi guy in our tree.
Again?
Hes probably hoping to catch Yardley sunbathing or something.
Just a suggestion, but maybe we should re-think having a fully stocked bar in the backyard. Since we aresupposed to be a rehab and all.
Eh.
Annalisa leaned in so she could see. You know, between these idiots and that bitch next door . . . Im getting fed up with our place being stalked.
I guess I should go deal with him? Tessa stated.
Why? Annalisa asked, gesturing to the trees. We have sentries for that.
Thats when the first crow dived at the tree and the man in it, followed by another. Then the crows and ravens, which filled the trees that surrounded their house, took to the air and, as one, dived back in to mob the person trying to take pictures.
Tessa and Annalisa laughed when they heard the mans screams and watched him hit the ground. Hard. And face-first.
Call EMS, Tessa said, still laughing. She walked out of the house and headed toward the man, who wasnt moving. Of course, that didnt stop the birds from continuing to dive-bomb his inert form.
As a registered nurse, Tessa would absolutely do what she needed to do to keep the man alive. But she felt no pity for the son of a bitch. From what shed seen, the paparazzi were nothing but parasites. They werent photojournalists or journalists. Just scumbags. But he was still a human being who deserved care.
Besides, he might have a partner who would notice if he did disappear, and the last thing Chloe would want was a full police investigation of Giant Strides and, especially, of the Bird House.
By the time Tessa reached him, he had a small crowd of sister-Crows staring down at him but not trying to help.
Is he dead? one sister asked. He should be dead.
Tessa checked his pulse. Hes not dead. Get his phone, camera, and wallet.
One of the Crows did, but as she opened the mans wallet, she froze.
Uh . . . Tessa?
Yeah?
Hes a private investigator.
Tessa looked up. What?
Hes a P.I. She held a card between two fingers and lifted it so Tessa could see.
Could he be doing the photographing stars thing on the side? another sister asked.
Oh God, one Crow gasped. You dont think Alexandersen sent him, do you?
No. Tessa didnt think Josef would ever send anyone else to spy on his ex-wife. Not when he could do it himself. They usually liked to torture each other face-to-face except when they were forced to get their lawyers involved.
Tessa stood and took the license from Sophie. She studied it, her anger beginning to simmer.
Find out who this fucker is and who hes working for, she ordered her sister-Crows, handing the card back and tossing the wallet onto the unconscious man.
Because you dont think you did anything wrong or because youre being stubborn and ridiculous like you always are?
Can I get a third option?
Erin. Sweetie.
Uh-oh.
You know I love you. Of all the Crows I have mentored over the years, you were definitely one of my favorites. Do you know why?
Because of my charm and street smarts?
Because youre like me.
Oh, come on, Betty! Thats not fair!
Just like me. You fuck with people just to fuck with people. You enjoy making their lives uncomfortable. Youre too smart for your own good. And youre insanely talented.
You do know that at this point, youre really just complimenting yourself, right?
Tessa examined the new glass French doors the workers had installed and nodded her head. Perfect. Thank you, Armand.
I love you guys, the installer told her with a hearty laugh, his grin wide as he handed over paperwork for Tessa to sign. Ive never had one place need so many replacement windows and doors. Ive put both my kids through college because of Giant Strides!
Signing and initialing where indicated, Tessa could do nothing but laugh along with Armand even though she knew he was serious. The Crows were admittedly harsh on their windows and doors. Mostly due to parties where drunk sisters ended up flying into glass windows and doors that they thought were open but were, in fact, well cleaned.
Thanks, Armand.
And thank you!
The installer and his team left and Tessa looked over the work. Thats when the morning sunlight happened to catch her eye as it glinted off a camera lens in one of the trees.
Tee?
Tessa glanced over her shoulder and saw Annalisa walking toward her. Hey.
So . . . where are we?
Watching the intruder closely, Tessa asked, Where are we with what?
The new girl and Amsel? Chloe wants me to take over as mentor.
Theyll work it out.
Are we so sure?
I love your use of the royal we.
Maybe we should
Theyll work it out, Annalisa. Ya gotta have faith sometimes.
Okay. She stepped closer and asked, What are you doing?
Watching this paparazzi guy in our tree.
Again?
Hes probably hoping to catch Yardley sunbathing or something.
Just a suggestion, but maybe we should re-think having a fully stocked bar in the backyard. Since we aresupposed to be a rehab and all.
Eh.
Annalisa leaned in so she could see. You know, between these idiots and that bitch next door . . . Im getting fed up with our place being stalked.
I guess I should go deal with him? Tessa stated.
Why? Annalisa asked, gesturing to the trees. We have sentries for that.
Thats when the first crow dived at the tree and the man in it, followed by another. Then the crows and ravens, which filled the trees that surrounded their house, took to the air and, as one, dived back in to mob the person trying to take pictures.
Tessa and Annalisa laughed when they heard the mans screams and watched him hit the ground. Hard. And face-first.
Call EMS, Tessa said, still laughing. She walked out of the house and headed toward the man, who wasnt moving. Of course, that didnt stop the birds from continuing to dive-bomb his inert form.
As a registered nurse, Tessa would absolutely do what she needed to do to keep the man alive. But she felt no pity for the son of a bitch. From what shed seen, the paparazzi were nothing but parasites. They werent photojournalists or journalists. Just scumbags. But he was still a human being who deserved care.
Besides, he might have a partner who would notice if he did disappear, and the last thing Chloe would want was a full police investigation of Giant Strides and, especially, of the Bird House.
By the time Tessa reached him, he had a small crowd of sister-Crows staring down at him but not trying to help.
Is he dead? one sister asked. He should be dead.
Tessa checked his pulse. Hes not dead. Get his phone, camera, and wallet.
One of the Crows did, but as she opened the mans wallet, she froze.
Uh . . . Tessa?
Yeah?
Hes a private investigator.
Tessa looked up. What?
Hes a P.I. She held a card between two fingers and lifted it so Tessa could see.
Could he be doing the photographing stars thing on the side? another sister asked.
Oh God, one Crow gasped. You dont think Alexandersen sent him, do you?
No. Tessa didnt think Josef would ever send anyone else to spy on his ex-wife. Not when he could do it himself. They usually liked to torture each other face-to-face except when they were forced to get their lawyers involved.
Tessa stood and took the license from Sophie. She studied it, her anger beginning to simmer.
Find out who this fucker is and who hes working for, she ordered her sister-Crows, handing the card back and tossing the wallet onto the unconscious man.
