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by Sam Ferguson


  The door opens and a uniformed officer leans in. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says.

  “What is it, Davis?” the shaggy-haired detective asks.

  “I’ve got a couple of federal agents out here and they say that…”

  “That’ll do,” a familiar voice calls out. Briggs walks in with his dark, off-the-rack suit and smiles. “Hello, Mills, nice to see you again.”

  “Who in the heck are you?” the senior detective demands.

  “The name’s Briggs.” He reaches into his jacket and pulls a badge out for the others to see.

  A second agent walks in and pulls his badge as well. “Why are you holding this man?” he demands.

  “Well he…”

  Briggs doesn’t bother waiting for the explanation. He slaps a paper into the shaggy-haired detective’s chest. “You’ll see that is signed by the governor.”

  “I’ll get this verified,” the shaggy-haired detective says.

  Briggs shrugs and frowns. “Sure, be my guest.” He reaches out and unlocks my cuffs while the detectives both step out and pull out a cell phone.

  “Sorry,” I whisper.

  Briggs sniggers and shakes his head. “Don’t think I’m gonna do this every time you get into trouble.”

  “So why you doing it now?” I ask.

  Briggs reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bullet with two red marks on it. “I failed a family once. If I can, I’ll try to help you get yours back, but you can’t go running around keying cars. Got it?”

  I smile wide and nod. “Won’t happen again,” I promise.

  “And, just so you know, Flint told me about you cold-cocking this Carter guy on the cruise ship. No more of that either. Just because he can’t remember doesn’t make it okay.”

  “This coming from the guy who was going to shoot me in a motel room?”

  Briggs looks up and winks as he slaps me on the cheek just a bit harder than a playful pat should have been. “That was different.”

  The detectives came back into the room with sullen looks on their faces.

  “The paper is valid,” they say in unison.

  “Nice doing business with you boys.” Briggs gestures to the other agent. “Johnson, can you escort Mr. Mills to the car? I need to speak with these two for a few minutes.”

  Johnson nods.

  I hurry and exit the cell. After a few steps, I look back over my shoulder as the door to the room closes. “He’s gonna wipe their memories, isn’t he?” I ask.

  Johnson chuckles and shakes his head. “No, just a gag order this time. They didn’t see enough to warrant the expense of a memory wipe.”

  “Well, if you change your mind,” I begin, “I happen to know an elf who’s really good at it. He’ll probably do it for free.”

  About the Author

  Sam is the author of several fantasy series, including The Haymaker Adventures, The Dragon’s Champion, The Sorceress of Aspenwood, and the Netherworld Gate trilogy as well as other stand-alone novels. He enjoys competing in powerlifting meets, collecting swords, and spending as much time as he can wrestling with his sons and cuddling with his wife.

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  Table of Contents

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  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  About the Author

 

 

 


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