Besides, it wasn’t Considine’s fault he had a lot of charisma.
Orrin held his cup of tea—which wasn’t steaming anymore. “Is the color change in markers necessary?”
“For the white board, yes,” I said. “We don’t color code the electronic files, and the person heading the case who turns in the case paperwork won’t color code it either. But we’ve found that when organizing case information for white boards, the colors help make it more readable.”
Considine folded his arms across his chest and openly studied me.
I felt self-conscious, but it was Considine, and I wanted to teach Orrin all the ins and outs of report updates before our shift ended, so I pushed on. “Since you were present with Considine and me tonight, what information do we need to update?”
“From the time we were released at muster until nearly three in the morning the entire task force was posted outside Tutu’s, with members from other shifts filling in throughout the city so as to assure of no possible…distractions,” Orrin said.
Brody whispered to Tetiana. “Yeah, okay, Grove is right. He is their adopted love child. He’s got Blood’s intensity for work.”
“Correct, Orrin,” I said. “It’s important to record hours in our notes so we can establish a timeline, which often can help us catch perps. That was why your tip about the twenty-eight days was helpful to us. It established a timeline, so we knew we had to be present last night,” I explained.
“You know, I was glad that Gisila didn’t send any goons, but I didn’t like that she had those humans casing it earlier in the day,” Brody said. “Anyone reckon she had plans for tonight, but had to cancel since we outmaneuvered her?”
“Almost certainly,” Considine agreed. “That greedy, winged lizard isn’t giving up. Which probably means we need to prepare ourselves for some especially underhanded moves by her before the end of the next cycle.”
Tetiana sighed. “This would all be much easier if we had more information. It feels like we’re defanged in this fight since we’re certain of so little.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Jade
Orrin stared intently at the whiteboard.
I followed his gaze to the circles someone had drawn around the wordself weapon, artifact, or magic, which was punctuated with numerous question marks.
Orrin already knew we suspected she was after an elven treasure—that had been our theory since he’d revealed to us that the break ins followed the lunar cycle, and he’d been questioned thoroughly after that.
He obviously knows what she’s after—that wretched geas!
Considine sidled up to me, glancing from the board to Orrin. “Are you thinking he can give us a lead?” He asked.
“Not with that geas,” I said. “More talented supernaturals have already questioned, and they didn’t pick up on anything new.”
“Yes, but they don’t know him like we do,” Considine pointed out. “Say, Orrin. If you had to guess, which of these three would most motivate a greedy dragon: an elf weapon, an elf artifact, or an elf spell?”
Orrin mutely stared at Considine.
Brody sniffed the air. “Those fae geas are the worst—I can’t even sense any biological changes in him.”
“Do you fight with your siblings, Jade?” Orrin abruptly asked.
“What are you talking about?” Grove drawled. “Allsiblings fight.”
“Yes, so maybe there’s a reason why he asked Jade,” Considine said.
“I’m assuming you’re not talking about fighting during training sessions?” I asked.
Orrin shook his head. “No. Minor spats siblings have.”
“Yes,” I said slowly, trying to follow his logic. “We’d argue about who got to drive, who got to man the drones,”
“Drone?” Binx asked. “Your family owns a drone?”
