Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION
Bran asked him to do. It doesnât make me pack, it doesnât make me his mate. The first is out because Iâm a coyote, the second because somebody has to ask me before he can claim me for a mate.â
Samuel laughed, but there was no amusement in it. âYou can think as you please. How much time do we have before we find this bar?â
âItâs in the far side of Pasco,â I said. âWeâll be there in ten minutes.â
âWell,â he said, âwhy donât you tell me about Zee and this fae we are supposed to meet?â
âI donât know a lot,â I told him. âNot about the fae. Just that sheâs got some information we might be interested in. As for Zee, heâs a gremlin. He gave me my first job out of college, and I bought the garage from him when he retired. He still helps out when I need himâor when he gets bored. He likes to take things apart and see whatâs wrong with them, but he usually lets me put them back together again.â
âThereâs a fae reservation near here.â
I nodded. âAbout forty miles away. Just outside of Walla Walla.â
âAdam says that having so many lesser fae around has attracted more of the greater fae.â
âI donât know about that,â I said. âI can smell their magic, but I canât tell how strong they are.â
âHe thinks thatâs also why there are more vampires, ghosts, and whatnot around the Tri-Cities than, say Spokane, which is a larger city.â
âI try to stay out of the other speciesâ business,â I told him. âI canât avoid the werewolves, not with Adam living right next door, but I try. The only fae I associate with are Zee and his son Tad.â
âThe fae are willing to talk to you.â Samuel stretched his legs out and clasped his hands behind his neck, sticking his elbows out like wings. âAdam says your old boss is one of the oldest of the faeâand, just so you know, the metalsmithsâgremlinsâare not included with the lesser fae. Also, Warren told me that Stefan the vampire visits you quite often. Then thereâs this human police officer. Drawing the attention of the police is dangerous.â
It did sound as if I had my finger in all sorts of pies.
âZee was forced public by the Gray Lords,â I said. âSo someone considers him to be one of the lesser fae. Stefan loves his bus, and I let him help me fix it.â
âYou what ?â
I forgot heâd never met Stefan. âHeâs not like most vampires,â I tried to explain. Even though Stefan was the only vampire Iâd ever met, I knew how they were supposed to act: I went to movies just like everyone else.
âThey are all like most vampires,â Samuel said darkly. âSome of them are just better at hiding it than others.â
It wouldnât do any good to argue with himâespecially since I agreed with him in principle.
âAnd the police officer wasnât my fault,â I muttered, taking my exit into Pasco. It seemed like a good time to change the subject, so I said, âThe Fairy Mound in Walla Walla is the bar where tourists go to see the fae. The fae who donât want to be gawked at mostly hang out at Uncle Mikeâs here in Pasco. Zee says thereâs a spell on it that makes humans avoid it. It doesnât affect me, but I donât know about werewolves.â
âYou arenât going in without me,â he said.
âFine.â Never argue with werewolves before you need to , I reminded myself.
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Uncle Mikeâs was across the Columbia River from my garage, which put it near Pascoâs Industrial Park. The old building had once been a small warehouse, and there were warehouses on either side, both heavily tagged by the local kids. I wasnât sure if magic kept the kids away, or someone with a lot of paint and a brush, but Uncle Mikeâs exterior was always pristine.
I pulled into the parking lot and turned off my lights. It was about seven, still a little early for the regular crowd, and there were only four other cars in the lot, one of which was Zeeâs truck.
Inside, the bar was dark enough that a human might stumble over the stairs that led from the entry to the bar proper. Samuel hesitated in the doorway, but I thought that it was a tactical thing and not a reaction to a spell. The bar took up all of the wall to our right. There
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