Silver Borne (Mercy Thompson #5)(36)
I couldn't really see someone just killing me outright like that for the book. Wouldn't they at least approach me first? Ask me for it? Tell me that if I didn't give it to them, they'd kill Phin?
Unless they'd already killed Phin.
"You okay, Mercy?" Kyle asked.
"Fine. I'm fine."
* * *
WE WERE ON OUR WAY DOWN THE STAIRS BEFORE I finally gave in to curiosity. "Okay. Who's the Thomas the Tank Engine fan - you or Warren?"
Kyle threw back his head and laughed. "Maybe we should have hidden it in the bathroom of the Princess room. Then you could have asked which one of us likes to sleep with a pink canopy over his head." The grin died down. "I have guests, Mercy. Mostly divorces are messy and hurtful for everyone involved. All that hurt can explode on the wrong people. Sometimes people need a place to be safe for a while - and if there's a pool and a hot tub in the backyard, so much the better."
Kyle hid people in his home, children who needed to be safe.
Sam growled.
I reached down and rested my hand on his head, but Kyle didn't seem to recognize that Sam's reaction was a little extreme even from a wolf who loved children. No one was being hurt here and now.
"Yes" - Kyle started down the stairs - "I agree, Samuel. Those are the men I really love sticking it to in court." He paused. "And women, too, sometimes. Abuse and violence goes both ways. Did I ever tell you about the client I had who took a contract out on her husband?"
"You mean a killing-for-hire type contract?"
He nodded. "It was a first for me, too. Who'd have thought it would happen in our little town? Killer took him out with a single shot. They'd been married for thirty-two years, and he took up with their grandson's girlfriend. Apparently she decided divorce and the lovely settlement I'd gotten her weren't enough. She turned herself in that afternoon. Seemed pretty happy to do so." He paused at the kitchen. "Would you like something to eat?"
"I think I'd better go," I told him. "I'd rather no one realized I stopped by here."
"Weren't you carrying that walking stick of yours? Did you leave it in the bathroom?"
It was gone. I'd been carrying it, and I hadn't noticed when it left. "Don't worry about it," I told him. "It'll show up again when it wants to."
He gave me a delighted smile. "That's right. That's what Warren said. The thing just follows you around like a puppy?"
I shrugged.
"Pretty cool."
At the door, he hugged me and kissed my cheek. Sam gravely raised one paw like a well-trained dog, and Kyle shook the lion-sized foot without flinching.
"You take care of Mercy," he told Sam. "I don't know what she's gotten herself into this time - but danger seems to be her new middle name."
"Hey," I objected.
Kyle looked down his nose at me. "Broken arm, concussion, sprained ankle, stitches, kidnapped . . ." He let his voice trail off. "And that's not the end of the list, is it? You keep Samuel or someone next to you until this blows over. I don't want to be attending your funeral, darling."
"Fine," I said, hoping that he wasn't right. "I'll be careful."
"You just let Warren or me know if we can give you any more help."
* * *
I DROVE TO THE BIG MALL IN KENNEWICK BECAUSE I felt a strong desire not to park somewhere isolated - and I wanted to call Tad. I had to park in Outer Mongolia because on a Saturday, that was the only place with parking spaces. But I was as far from alone as it was possible to be. Then I called Tad.
"Hey, Mercy," he answered. "Dad told me that you were nearly involved in a shoot-out at the OK Corral in East Kennewick this morning."
"That's right," I told him. "But let me tell you about the whole day and see what you think."
I ran through the whole thing from beginning to end - leaving out only the part where I hid the book.
When I'd finished, there was a small pause while Tad absorbed what I'd said. Then he asked, "Just what is in that book anyway?"
"It's a book written about the fae by someone who was fae," I told him. "I don't think there's anything magical about it - or if there is, I can't tell, and I usually can. There's a lot of information in it and a lot of fairy tales retold from the other side." I had to laugh. "Gave me a whole new perspective on 'Rumplestiltskin' and a real aversion to ever reading 'Hansel and Gretel' again."
"Nothing shocking?"
"Not that I read. Not a whole lot that isn't already out in the realm of folklore - though this is more organized. Particularly in regard to the variety of the fae and the fae artifacts. I suppose there could be something shocking in the part I haven't gotten through yet - or there's something concealed by magic or a secret code . . . Invisible ink, maybe?" My imagination failed me.
"Let me tell Dad all of this," Tad said. "I can't think that there would be that much interest in that old book. Sure, it's valuable - and there would be a desire, I think, to keep it out of the hands of the humans. But it wouldn't be disastrous if there's nothing in it but fairy tales not that much different from books already available . . . Wait a minute." He paused. "Maybe that old woman in the shop was Phin's grandmother."