Gunmetal Magic: A Novel in the World of Kate Daniels

with oversized knives. They have some security we’re not seeing. Be ready for a surprise.”
    Ascanio’s eyes lit up with an eerie ruby glow. “Can I shift now?”
    “Not yet.” Shifting took a lot of energy. Change your shape twice in rapid succession, and you would have to have some downtime. I needed Ascanio fresh and full of energy, which meant once he shifted, he’d have to stay that way.
    We jumped off the ledge and walked down the road straight into the guard. He saw my face and drew back.
    “What in the bloody hell are you?”
    “Andrea Nash,” I said. “This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.”
    Ascanio saluted with the bow. Thankfully no Latin spilled out.
    “I’m investigating a murder on behalf of the Pack. I need to talk to Kyle.”
    The man stared at me. This was clearly outside of his normal duties.
    “You got some sort of ID on you?”
    I handed him my ID—a miniature copy of my PI license endorsed by the Georgia Secretary of State with my picture on it.
    “How do I know it’s you?” he asked.
    “Why would I lie?”
    He mulled it over. “Okay, you’ve got something that says you’re from the Pack?”
    Ascanio coughed a bit.
    I swept the hand from my forehead to my chin, indicating my face. “Do I look like I need to prove I’m from the Pack?”
    The guard pondered me. “Okay, fine. Come with me.”
    We followed him to the tent. It looked bigger close up, almost forty feet tall. Inside, a middle-aged man pored over some charts next to a taller, thinner man with acne scars on his narrow face. Both wore hardhats.
    The middle-aged man looked up. Stocky, well muscled, he might have been quick at some point in his youth, but probably not. He looked like one of those linemen that plant themselves in front of the quarterback, except in his case he’d let himself go a bit and most of his muscle now hid behind a layer of fat. His hair was gray and cropped short, but his dark eyes were sharp. He didn’t look friendly. He looked like the kind of guy who could order a shapeshifter murder.
    Kyle gave me a once-over and focused on the guard. “What the hell is this?”
    “Some people from the Pack want to talk to you,” the guard said. “About some murder.”
    Kyle leaned back, his face sour. “Tony, do you remember that time I told you to just let any asshole in here?”
    The guard winced. “No.”
    “Yeah, I don’t remember that either. Felipe, you remember that?”
    “No,” the taller man said.
    “That’s what I thought.”
    Tony paused, obviously confused. “So what do I do?”
    “Throw them the fuck out. If I want to talk to any ugly bitches or punk kids, I’ll tell you.” Kyle looked back to his papers.
    Tony put his hand on my forearm. “Come on.”
    “Take your hand off of me, sir.”
    The guard pulled me. “Don’t make this hard.”
    “Last chance. Take your hand off of me.”
    Kyle looked up.
    Tony tried to yank me back. I raised my arm up sharply and elbowed him in the face. The blow knocked him back. Tony dropped his machete. It bit into the dirt, handle sticking upright. Blood gushed from his nose, its scent piercing me like a shot of adrenaline.
    “Sit on him,” I said.
    Ascanio tripped Tony, pulled him to the ground, facedown, and leaned one knee on his back. “Don’t move, sir.”
    He remembered. I felt so proud.
    Tony tried to push up. “Get off of me!”
    “Do not struggle, or I’ll be forced to break your arm.”
    Tony shut up.
    Kyle looked at me. Behind him, Felipe carefully took a couple of steps back.
    “We can talk about the murders now.” I smiled.
    “And if I don’t feel like talking?”
    “I’ll make you,” I said. “I’ve had an unpleasant day and four of our people are dead. I feel like having some fun.”
    “You shapeshifters are getting ballsy,” Kyle said. “You think you can just come in anywhere and screw with regular decent people.”
    “As a matter of fact, I can.” I looked at him.
    “The boys down at PAD will just love that,” Felipe, the taller man behind Kyle, said.
    Ha! He was threatening me with cops. “The boys down at PAD won’t give a shit. This area is designated as IM-1. You are here in violation of two city ordinances, one state and two federal statutes. Anything you reclaim is contaminated with magic of unknown origin. Taking it out of here is punishable by a fine of not more than two hundred thousand dollars or imprisonment for not more than ten years, or both. Selling it will get you another