Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

Officer Jones

“Hey Jonesy,” the words came from behind me, “Didn’t Her Importantness tell you to find those people? Why haven’t you found them yet?”

The back room at Fritts’ pub wasn’t much to look at. Some scratched up wooden tables and brick walls painted with a thin layer of white There was a stoplight on one side of the room and some abstract pictures.

“Up yours, Dawkins.” I tipped my beer bottle to the waitress as I took it from her. “This is just weird. One of them must have been a Techno-Mage. We lost track of that truck as soon as they got into it and haven’t been able to find it since. The only thing that makes sense is if one of them is a Techo-Mage. There was enough magical backlash from those dragons popping up to screw up any chance we had of tracing anything magically. If they managed to screw up any cameras on the way out you can forget about finding them using technology. We could send out people to look for them, but where?’

“Uhhh… Great Lakes Crossing.” Dawkins was revealing his anti-intellectual side. “That’s where we saw them last. Seem kinda obvious, don’t it?”