I nudge Felix out of the booth so I can rinse my dish and place it in the dishwasher like I watched the others do. Remy’s laughter is still ringing in my ears, so I grin the entire time. When I turn to face the table, they are all watching me again, so I wipe my lips off, making sure I don’t have anything on my face.
“Who gets the unlucky job of dropping me by Mickey’s?” I inquire. I need to get out of this house. The reasons why I don’t want to jump into completing the ritual are getting harder and harder to remember.
“You should know we come as a set.” Remy eases his way out of the seat, and Grayson follows.
“I really don’t need to interrupt all of your days. If you can just give me a ride to my car, I’m good,” I offer again.
“We want to.” Felix makes his way over to my side and settles next to me. The slight touches are so mundane, yet so intimate. Hexes, I’ve missed this more than I allowed myself to realize.
My phone vibrates, and I use the distraction to look away from him. His eyes alone work like a spell.
Pop:Update from Murrey. Found some of the victim’s DNA on the clothes and razor. Still no hit on an ID. Trace on the car shows it’s a rental out of Vegas.
Me:Good news on the DNA! I’ll head in. We can see about questioning LaPointe. Make sure his attorney is present.
Pop:She’s already here.
“Change of plans,” I announce. “I need to go to the station first. Murrey found a connection between LaPointe and our body. I want to question him before he sees the judge this afternoon. There’s a good chance he will cut him loose.”
“We’re ready,” Grayson answers for all of them, surprising me a little.
“Okay, but you guys should probably just drop me off, I don’t know how long this will take and you can’t be present for the interrogation. I can call you when I’m ready to check the hotel?” My response comes out as a question, revealing the fact that I still feel a little strange about making assumptions.
Grayson looks over at Remy, and his face is pinched. He doesn’t look happy. “You’ll call if you want to leave the station,” Remy tells me, but looks over at Grayson, who gives him a tiny nod.
Their behavior is strange, but I agree. “Uh, okay.”
“Do you need to grab your bag?” Grayson asks.
“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” I hustle back up to my room.
I hope you’re not planning on leaving without me, witch.I hear Percival before I can even push the door to my room open.
“How did you even know I was leaving?” I question while gathering my bag and checking to make sure my computer is inside.
I have my ways,he tells me cryptically.
“I was hoping you would come,” I tell him, though in truth, I’d forgotten about him again. I’m a horrible witch. “I’m eager to question LaPointe about the dead body. Any information you have would be really useful, and we can get to know each other better.” I say the last part shyly.
“Frankie, you ready?” Remy calls up the stairs.
“What do you say?” I ask Percival, ignoring Remy.
I’m agreeable, Percival answers, and I take a few steps closer to him.
“Do you mind?” I reach my hands out to show my intent to pick him up.
I would prefer to climb into your bag,the mink states.
“Oh, okay.” I slip the bag from my shoulder and place it on the ground in front of him. “Are you okay with my computer in there? I could probably round up another bag.”
This is adequate, he assures me after disappearing inside. I’m extra careful when I pick the bag up and place it on my shoulder. I can’t even feel his added weight.
“Frankie,” Remy bellows.
“I’m coming. Keep your pants on,” I mutter.
Yes, please do. I should not like to see that,Percival comments, and it makes me snicker.
