Faron gave me a dry look. “It would just get filed away in the archives. With no bounty attached to the case, I doubt anyone would have a look.”
“Yeah, but at least the report would have left a trail and it could have saved me some time.” But I sighed, knowing the truth of his words – that was one of the major flaws with our system. “Can you at least give me the name of the advertiser now?”
“Of course. They’re called the Butcher’s Block.” He scribbled the name onto a piece of paper along with a phone number and handed it to me. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
The hopeful look on his face made me pause. “Should there be?”
His broad shoulders sagged a little. “Well I was hoping you were coming to me with something I could use for a story.”
A twinge of pity in my chest had me sighing again. “I don’t have anything concrete on these current murders yet, and I’m not really in the loop on anything else right now. But if I get hold of anything I can share with you, I’ll give you a call, okay?”
“I’d appreciate that.” Faron hesitated. “There’s something else you should know.”
“And what would that be?” I asked, my senses tingling at the tone in his voice.
“One of my reporters, Nevin Rindar, disappeared about two months ago. He was the reporter I would have assigned to write the stories. I filed a report with the Enforcer’s Guild, but they have yet to figure out what happened to him.”
“I’ll look into it.” If he’d only disappeared two months ago, he wouldn’t have been in Roanas’s files, which explained why his name hadn’t come up. “Do you have an address for his residence? It would save me a trip to the Guild.”
“Of course.” Faron wrote it down on another piece of paper and handed it to me. “I really hope he’s alright. He is a good reporter.”
“I hope so too.” But I didn’t have a good feeling about it. I vaguely remembered Nevin – I’d had to deal with him once or twice – and I suspected that whatever had happened to the others had befallen him as well. “I’ll let you know when I find out what happened.”
“Thank you.” Faron paused, his eyes shifting away for a moment before he met my gaze. “I know that we posted some uncomplimentary things in the paper about you when your…heritage…became public. I want to apologize for that.”
I shrugged. “You were just doing your job. I’m the Jaguar Clan’s outcast, and the Chieftain’s niece on top of it. Can’t imagine you’ve had a juicier story in a long time.” Old resentment bubbled up inside me at the reminder of those stories, but I pushed them down – there was no point in bringing it up.
“That’s true. Our sales skyrocketed during your hearing and imprisonment, I must admit.” Faron smiled briefly. “A lot of the shifters in the community don’t know how to feel about you, Sunaya. They want to hate you because you’re half-mage, and there’s a part of me that understands that. But I know how hard you fought to solve the silver murders. You’re one of the good ones.”
“Thanks.” I smiled, any resentment I felt toward the Courier evaporating. My nose told me his words were sincere, and they warmed me. “I’ll be in touch.”
I went to Lakin’s house next, and banged on the door for several minutes until he answered. His steambike was parked right out front, so I knew he was home, and damned if I was going to come back later. I didn't have a whole lot of time left until I had to report to the Mages Guild, so if I didn’t see him now I wouldn’t see him until tonight, if that.
“Oh for Magorah's sake!” Lakin finally shouted from the back of the house. “Just give me a moment, would you?”
I grinned at the sound of footsteps stomping across the floorboards, and a few seconds later, Lakin flung open the door. My eyebrows jumped as I took a good look at him – his short blond hair was sticking out in all directions, his lower jaw was covered in stubble, and he wore only a pair of loose drawstring pants that hung low on his hips, revealing his lean, muscular torso. His chest was lightly dusted with blond hair that trailed over his abdomen and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants, drawing attention to the v-cut of his abdomen.
“Well good morning.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Do you normally answer the door like this, or is it just when the ladies come calling?”
“Sunaya?” A bewildered look crossed Lakin’s sleep-creased face, and to my surprise, he blushed. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you. Come in, come in.”
Bemused, I followed him inside, watching the self-conscious way he ran a hand through his hair. Shifters as a general rule weren’t modest, so I doubted Lakin was concerned that I’d just seen him half-naked. Maybe it was just that he looked so disheveled. I guess if my hair looked like that I’d be self-conscious too.
“Do you want coffee or anything?” Lakin asked, leading me into his kitchen. It was small but cozy, with the sink, counter and cabinets taking up the far side of the space, and the refrigerator and a small, wooden table and chair set on the other. “I just bought a new roast yesterday.”
“No, I’m good.” I wasn’t a huge coffee fan to begin with.
“Great. Let me just… can I just grab a shirt? I’m a little cold.”
“Uh, sure.” I arched a brow as he darted out of the kitchen. Shifters didn’t easily get cold, and it was the middle of summer. But I wasn’t about to call him on it – if wearing a shirt around me made him more comfortable then I wasn’t going to object. I wanted his full attention, after all. Bored, I fiddled with the cord of the red telephone that sat atop the table, twisting it around my finger as I waited for Lakin to return.