So he gives me the numberhe continued in the same aggravated tonesthe freaking moron. And then I ask him where hes found fighting dogs, acted as though I might want to get in on the action. Damn fool was happy to tell me. As soon as he was gone, I called the police. Second dogfighting outfit Ive turned in since Christmas. If it were up to me, Id shoot all those bastards, no trial, no nothing.
Or make them go fight it out in the pit with each other, Tad offered from the next bay over.
And shoot the last man standing, I agreed. Good for you, Joel.
Yeah, he said. You know what really chaps my hide, though? Someone told him to look at me for dogs. Someone, sometime got a dog from me and is involved in dog fighting. If I ever find out who it is, Ill take my dog back and hope he objects.
My cell phone rang, and Joel took a deep breath. Yeah, Ive got to get going anyway. He tipped his hat. Catch you later, Mercy.
Take care, Joel.
Bye, Tad. Dont do anything I wouldnt do.
Bye, Joel. Dont juggle porcupines.
Joel paused. Porcupines?
Tad grinned. One bit of obvious advice for another. If I tried doing something you wouldnt do, it would be jail or the morgue.
They exchanged a few more juvenile remarks while I peeled off the sweaty latex gloves I only wore because of Christy and her manicured hands. By the time I got them off, the phone had quit ringing. The screen told me Id missed the call I was hoping for, and I wasted no time calling him back.
Heya, Mercy, said Hanks cheerful voice. I got a message that you wanted to talk to me about finding Coyote. You sure you want to talk to him?
I glanced at the garagebay door, but Joel was safely out of sight and presumably out of hearing range.
Talking to Coyote is on the top of my todo list, I told him, and in the other bay, Tad straightened from under the hood of the car he had gone back to working on.
Mmmm. And you think to call me about this why? Unlike some I could name, I dont turn into a coyote when I get the urge, said Hank, whose other form was a redtailed hawk.
He didnt leave a phone number for me to call, I said. And, all joking aside, I need to find him. If you cant help, do you know how to get in touch with Gordon?
Hank grunted. Gordons in the wind, kid. I havent seen him for a couple of weeks. I called around for you, but no one else has seen him, either. You serious about it being urgent?
I had a fae artifact, I told him. I gave it to Coyote, and now the fae want it back. Yesterday.
There was a short silence, then Hank said, I thought the fae were shut up in their rez for the foreseeable future.
Apparently some of them are still out and about, I told him after an onthefly decision that I owed no loyalty to Beauclaire and the rest of the fae folk. Besides, Hank wouldnt spread it around.
Hank huffed a laugh at my dry tone. Politicians never have to follow their own laws, right? Jeez, kid. Dont do trouble by half, do you? Let me ask around a little more pointedly, and Ill get back to you, tomorrow latest.
I ended the call feeling the sharp edge of panic. It looked like getting in touch with Coyote was going to be more difficult than Id anticipated. I hadnt really thought Hank would know how to contact Coyote, but Id been counting on talking to Gordon, who would.
Tad asked, Who wants the walking stick?
Alistair Beauclaire, I told him.
Tad blinked. Dad was wondering what he was doing flitting in and out and about the reservation without an apparent purpose. I wouldnt have thought that the walking stick was important enough for a Gray Lord, though.
I shrugged. Who can predict the fae? Not even the fae as far as Ive been able to see. Your dad knows that Beauclaire isnt a fan, right?
Tad gave me an oddly gentle smile. Beauclaire would kill my father in an instant if he werent too noble to take out the whole rez and Walla Walla at the same time. Outside of massive, wholesale destruction, my father is more than a match for him.
I took a breath. Did your father really kill Lugh?
Tad went back to the job at hand, but he nodded. As my father tells it, Lugh was old, powerful, and starting to get scary. Really scary. Started out as a hero and was turning into something a lot different.
He gave me a sly look as he pulled out the battery and set it aside. Of course, my father wasnt a white knight back then, either. He killed Lugh because he was more interested in making a cool weapon than killing someone who might be a danger to the worldbut, as he likes to point out, it served both purposes, so he is happy to take credit. The fae world heaved a sigh of relief, shook their collective and disorganized finger at my dad, and then went about their business.
My phone rang again, and the caller ID said it was Hank.
That was fast.
I have a name, said Hank. Gary Laughingdog. He is a coyote walker like you. Maybe he can help youword is that he has Coyotes ear when he needs it.
Do you have a phone number?
He is locked up at the Coyote Ridge
facility in Connell. Youll have to go see him there.