"Fionn’s dragon is white.” Jackson waited for Penn to respond but only silence ensued. “Penn? Are you there?”
“Thank you for telling me this,” Penn said without any emotion. “Are you free later today for a face-to-face meeting?”
“In San Francisco?” asked Jackson.
“No, I’ll come there. I have some information you should know about,” Penn said.
“Hold on a minute, Penn.” Jackson muted the call and turned to Steel. “Does he sound strange to you?”
“Yeah, I think it has something to do with Fionn’s white dragon.”
“Bad something?”
“Maybe. I never heard of a white dragon. My mother probably knows but if the Fates haven’t given her permission to speak about it, then…”
“When Logan told me about it last night,” Jackson said, “I did some research on white dragons and found absolutely nothing other than the stuff I already knew.”
Shrugging, Steel said, “Then if Penn has information about white dragons and their potential to harm anyone, I say we hear him out.”
“Agreed.” Unmuting his phone, Jackson said, “Penn, what time will you be here?”
Chapter 17
Brian sat next to the Shaman, waiting for Zane to arrive with whatever information he’d found about Reif Markos. The two previous hours spent wondering if the location of his mate would be discovered were the longest he ever remembered. Lying on top of the bedcovers, Brian wavered between hope and despair as Kieran’s calming effect slowly dissipated. Hearing the door open to the Shaman’s suite, Brian pushed those thoughts aside.
“Now, since everyone’s here, Zane, what did you find?” asked Logan after his brother and David joined the group gathered once again in the living room.
“Uhmmm, how to put this…Reif is a ghost…meaning I can’t find any information about a Reif Markos. Nada. He isn’t listed on any paranormal lists, no record of a birth of someone with that name, no address, no employment record, no family, no social media accounts, no credit history, no bank accounts. Nothing. There’s absolutely nothing to indicate he exists.”
“But he does exist because he claimed Brian,” Kieran said.
“That’s right,” said Logan, “and he paid his bar tab with a credit card. If he doesn’t have one then whose card was it?”
“It belongs to Reif Markos, all right,” replied Zane, “but it isn’t associated with any major financial institution.”
“Then how did he get it?” asked Slate
“Not sure. The only thing I found out is the charges are paid by what appears to be a small bank located in Greece,” Zane said.
“That makes sense since he has a Greek name,” said Colton.
“What’s the name of the bank?” Slate asked. “Maybe I know the CEO.”
“I thought of that too, but I can’t find it…really very strange…only the name of the town it’s located in,” replied Zane.
“Which is?” asked Slate.
“Angelopoulos,” answered Zane.
“Never heard of it,” said Slate. “Where is it located?”
“That’s just it…I can’t find it anywhere…not on any maps, even paranormal ones,” Zane said.
“Are you saying it doesn’t exist?” asked Logan.
“No…I’m saying that in the two hour time limit you gave me, I haven’t been able to find it. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, just that I need to delve deeper,” Zane replied.
“Did you find outanythingthat would help us find him?” asked Kieran.
