Audition for In Plain Sight Audiobook
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seen Alex's office, where he's being questioned by the FBI and sorceress Sasha Kincaid. Her eyes were hard and fixed on Warner as she entered, and the young man leaned back against the wall as if he wished it would give way and let him escape. She held that gays for a long moment and turns to Alex and smiled. Smile was warm enough, but Alex felt a chill go down his back. Sorcerers were immensely powerful and equally dangerous. Most people would take a poke at you if you insulted them, but a sorcerer could turn you into a toad for any perceived defense. And there wasn't much the law would do if you were a nobody. New York was full of nobodies more than they could ever use. But sorcerers were rare and valuable commodities only, and especially egregious breach of the law would bring one to account. Alex resolved to choose his words very carefully. I must admit, Mr Lockerbie, I'm impressed. Source. A sat down on the chair in front of his desk and crossed her legs. If she'd been wearing a skirt, that movement would have been quite sensual. But with the ice queen, she wore pants, and there wasn't any flirting involved. I suppose that a room right who became a private detective must not have been a very good room, right? Seems I was wrong, Alex inclined, his head in her direction. I appreciate the compliment, he said, but you still haven't answered my question. What is the are comedian monograph? The ice queen smiled. Her lips were to merely together, but Alex could've sworn he saw teeth. I'm afraid that's a government secret, Mr Lockerbie, Alex. What I need to know Mr Lockerbie, is what you know about these ruins. She indicated the photos on his desk. Alex sat back in his chair. I know who these boys are, Miss Kincaid, he said, indicating Davis and Warner. But I don't remember hearing that you joined the FBI. Sources smiled not the cold, mocking smile she'd worn earlier, but a warm smile of amusement. God, she's gorgeous. I helped the FBI as a consultant, she said, much the same way as you do the New York Police Department. So the FBI actually wants my help. Alex let the dig go by. But the fact that she knew about his rocky past with the police meant that she'd done some homework about him. No, she said, getting back to the topic at hand. Tell me what you know about these pictures, Please, she added. I've already told your agents when I know about the Miss Kincaid, he said, sweeping them back into the Manila folder and holding it out to her. So if that's everything, why were you with Thomas Rockwell's apartment yesterday? Now? Like smiled. He'd been right to have Leslie. Hi, Thomas is Lord book. So that's what this is about, he said. Sorcerer reached into thin air and pulled a small flip notebook into her hand. It was such a casual display of magic that it appeared ordinary, but Alex couldn't do anything like that on his best day. He didn't want to be impressed, but he couldn't help it. She flipped a few pages and began reading and seen seen the home of Dr Ignatius Bell, where Alex rents a room. A modest coal fire had been laid in the iron gate of the hearth, filling the room with invigorating warmth In the pungent cigar smoke swirled around the furthest chair. You are at last, dear boy, Dr Ignatius Bell said, shutting the flimsy paperback book he'd been reading. I was beginning to think I'd have to send out a search party. Alex laughed and sat down in the chair next to Bell, setting his hat on the ottoman. Not to worry, Iggy, Alex said with a grin. I had to make a stop at the mission. Alex had dubbed Bill Iggy during their first year together, and the name just stuck. Bell didn't particularly like it, but he seemed to take it as a sign of affection from Alex. So he tolerated it. Yes, you know, Secretary informed me this when I called. There was a note of irritation in Iggy's voice, and Alex flinched. I should have called, He admitted taking out another of birth cigarettes and lighting it. Did I ruin dinner? Ever since Iggy let Alex run his own cases, Alex have been paying rent to bunk at the brownstone if he hadn't insisted. But Alex needed to pay his way. He did, however, let it be cook for the both of them if he had learned to cook in the Navy and it had become a serious hobby for him ever since I made a quiche, he said, puffing on his cigar. It was delicate lighters, air and delicious. What's a key sh biggie side and put his hand to his forehead as if suddenly hurt. I think your fellow uncultured Americans would call it a bacon pie. Alex pricked up, but that he hadn't eaten anything since the poached eggs Mary cooked him. I left you some on the table under a cover. Yeah, he said. Alex put his hands on the armchairs before he could rise if he spoke again, How did it go today? He said, opening his book again. It must have gone well if you could afford cigarettes again. Alex stifled a sigh and leaned back in his chair. Apparently Iggy wanted his pound of flesh for Alex's lack of judgment. Brits really love their social rules and seen