"A demon?" I didn't think it possible, but Rene's voice went up an octave. "How is it the dog he is talking?" he asked, ignoring my suggestion. Who was it who said 'Love me, love my dog'?" "You see?" I whapped Jim on the shoulder. You're not hearing things, it was Jim who spoke." "Ventriloquist?" I released Jim's ear and sat back with a heartfelt sigh, ignoring the sound of some really ticked off people behind us. what is it called, the person who speaks through a doll?" Rene turned around in his seat, his eyes huge as he. "Ow! You're hurting me! You're my witness, Rene. Behind us, the squeal of tires on pavement could be heard, quickly followed by the prolonged honking of horns and a great deal of profound swearing. Rene made an inarticulate sound and slammed on the brakes. "If I were a horse, I wouldn't fit in this ratty old taxi, now, would I?" Jim asked. "A dog? That is not a horse?" Rene said with a chuckle as he pulled out into traffic. No blood on your dress! This is good, yes?" Rene said over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he saw Jim follow me into the taxi. "You really are a control freak, aren't you?" Jim asked as I opened the car door. No laughing, no disgusted snorts, no rolling your eyes, and no talking." "Remember the rules," I warned Jim as Rene pulled up a short while later. "Ah, bon? Viva la libiration!" Rene said, hanging up after giving me instructions about where he would collect us. The trouble isn't going to be finding it, it's going to be. "Sure, although I think I know where the dragon is. "You desire help finding your missing dragon?" he asked. We ate in a small cafe, then feeling pressured, I gave in to temptation and called Rene to see if he was free for a few hours. All right, we'll have a quick lunch, but it has to be fast. I laughed-which should have been worth some major karma points, because my life was anything but amusing-and patted the big black head that bobbed alongside me.
"It's wasted on someone who doesn't have a heart," Jim snapped. "That plaintive note in your voice was particularly heartrending."
I told my furry demon as we strolled toward the road.
The problem was, logic didn't seem to be on speaking terms with me anymore. "You just had breakfast," I said absently, trying to think what would be the logical next step.
Or-and this is a much better plan-you could take me to lunch and feed me." Or I could swing by the G & T and see if Ophelia and Perdita might be there." Or I could go straight to Drake's and try to sneak in. If he thought she was someone important, maybe she can shed a little light on the murder, or at least who might be likely to call up Bafamal. Not that he was going to give it to me if I just asked. I toyed with the thought of simply calling him up, but that would take the surprise out of me showing up on his doorstep demanding my aquamanile. "I am so in over my head," I said with a sigh as I wrote down the address.
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