This was battle.
This was victory.
“Oh,” I said, hearing my voice break. “Oh,” I said a little clearer. “Yes. Um, yes, I can…I can see it.”
“Are there any markings on the box?” Myra asked.
“Just this.” He turned the whole thing over like it weighed nothing. I was pretty sure that box—that god weapon—would be too heavy for a mortal to move. Even a mostly-mortal like me.
On the back side of the box was a red, stamped circle with a horizontal line bisecting it, and a stamped red feather.
“Do you know what that means?” I asked.
Myra was frowning, the crease between her eyebrows gone deep. “The circle is the alchemical symbol for one of the three primes: salt, or the body. I don’t know what the red feather means.”
“It means someone has access to a weapon I have made a point of keeping hidden and locked away,” Odin grumbled.
“And that’s bad,” I said.
Odin ran his big mitt over his beard and it sprang back even more wild. “Yes, Delaney.” His words were quieter, the anger banked and something else filling them. Something like dread. “That’s very, very bad.”
“Are you going to take the weapon back to where you usually keep it?” Myra asked.
Odin shifted his weight, squaring off to her. “I’d rather not.”
“Because you’d have to go be a god and stay out of Ordinary for at least a year,” I said.
“Which I’ve done recently and do not intend to do again for some time.”
“So what do we do with the spear?”
“Gungnir,” he said.
“Gesundheit.”
That earned me a scowl. “You know Gungnir is the name of my spear, Delaney.”
“Right,” I said trying to hide a smile. “So what do we do with Gungir? The safe here at the station won’t hold it, and I don’t like the idea of leaving it in the magic jail unguarded.”
“The library,” Myra said. “I have a vault in the basement, well, an entire room. It’s equipped with every spell, lock, ward, and sacred circle in the books. No one can go in the library but me, so it won’t be stolen. If anything happens while it’s there, Harold would tell me.”
I raised my eyebrows at Odin, waiting for his reply.
He thought it over for a minute. “The foundation?”
“Oldest part of the library,” Myra agreed. “Set there by all the gods as one.”
He nodded. “That will do.”
“Good,” I said, glad to at least have part of the situation under control. “Myra, I’ll leave you to take Odin to the library. I’ll stay here and deal with,” I waved my hand at the quiet station, “everything else. Good thing I came into work today, isn’t it?”
She didn’t say anything but she didn’t have to. The finger she flew behind her back as she followed Odin out the door worked just fine.
Chapter Four
The problem with an ancient,powerful, dangerous god weapon being smuggled into town without either myself, the god, or anyone else knowing about it, was that we had to put together a list of everyone and everything capable of doing such an act.
Making lists was an everyday part of police or investigative work. But making this list might be a lot easier if my fiancé weren’t in the middle of a very heated argument over brie.
