Page 2 (1/2)

I sighed "I’ive you six" He hung up

I walked back to the table where Sinclair was sitting, bobbing his head to the endless ja cute and lanced up atokay?"

"Hope so," I said "But I’ve got to go check so Is your offer still good?"

"Definitely" He so take care of business and co in response See? That’s what an infectious sgestive name for it I leaned down to kiss him "Later?"

Sinclair kissed me back "Most definitely"

Two

Approxi lot of Rainbow’s End alongside Cody’s patrol car

Fro looked normal The lot was already packed, which was a little unusual before sunset, but it was a holiday weekend Bart Mallick’s patrol car was sitting ehts flashing The place was definitely ju bass of technoAgain, not unusual Rainbow’s End averaged five or six noise coot out of the cruiser looking twitchy Okay, that was unusual "Hey, Pixy Stix" His nostrils flared "Ready to go?"

Oh, gah One time--one time--someone called me that, and Cody decided it was a per hi on" I reached into the front seat to retrieve o in prepared"

So, uave it to me herself with her left hand, the hand of death When I’m not on her official business, I carry it inwith the special inside sheath Cody, who does leatherworking in his spare time, made it forthe fake Jamaican?" Cody asked as I settled the belt around my waist and buckled it

"He’s not a fake Jamaican," I said, annoyed "He was born there He has dual citizenship, okay?"

"Defensive" He grinned, a hint of phosphorescent green glinting behind his topaz eyes "You ed "His shtick just see spiel about how his grandfather was a faives him his ‘special connection’ to the eldritch co "Did you just use air quotes?"

"Maybe"

I eased dauda-dagr out of hts and the bar’s neon signs, runes etched along the blade flaring silver-blue Its na even the im deal It’s a business, Cody Everyone does it" I shoved dauda-dagr into the sheath "Ready when you are"

He nodded, his nostrils flaring again "You really can’t smell that?"

I sniffed the air "No What, pheromones? What does it sht not have wolf-keen olfactory senses, but the reek hit h the door of Rainbow’s End: a deep, rich, redolent funk of sex And not shampooed, deodorized, minty-fresh-mouthwash-and-clean-sheets sex, but down-and-dirty, no-holds-barred nastiness

It took a few seconds forinside the bar As soon as they did, I saw the reason for the odor

There was an orgy under way

I couldn’t istered as a sea of sweat-glistening, writhing flesh, entangled li about a little hanky-panky on the dance floor I’y The ay men, but there were knots of women here and there, and what appeared to be a few indiscrier to avail the bass beatthe speakers treroans of pleasure, resonant and weirdly melodic, like some kind of universal mantra to sexuality