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“What was his name?”
“Captain Morsey. Charles Morsey.”
“I will look into him,” she said.
“Sunil, my youngest son has already done that. He found that several big payments were made into Morsey’s accountsshortly after he finished the report. He is trying to find out who made the payments.”
“So if I get him to confess he was pressured into saying it was an accident…?”
“Then we’re done,” I said.
But I knew it wouldn’t be as simple as that.
I couldn’t have her solving the case that quickly.
I needed to have Izzy in my life for much longer, much, much longer.
Chapter 3
Izzy
I find Costello in his workshop at the end of town.
The big man is squeezed in under the hood of a car, twisting away at a piston or something.
He nods at me, “Get you a beer?”
He goes off to a little fridge at the corner of the workshop. He’s not much to look at in his greasy vest, the bulging triceps covered in tattoos. With his shaved head and thick neck, he is obviously not the sort of person anyone would want to mess with. He was my father’s best friend and after his death, became a kind of mentor to me. I knew he would know if my father had been ill.
He used to be a fellow Guard and bounty hunter. He quit some time ago, deciding to spend his days tinkering around with cars and trucks. He was the first person I wanted to see after my meeting with the vampire king.
“I need to ask you something,” I said after a few sips of beer.
“Go on.”
“Do you know anything about my father being sick, before he died?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Who told you that?” he asked, wiping his hands on an oily rag, considering his answer.
“Little birdie.”
“Does the birdie have fangs?” he asked and laughed.
I smiled and he corroborated what Lucca had told me. “He didn’t want you and your mother to spend his last days fussingover him. But, yeah, time was running out and that was why he wanted his last job to be a good one. A nice juicy payout for you guys once he was gone.”
“This Chakrat?”
Costello’s face tightened. “Piece of shit!” he spat onto the workshop floor. “I told him not to try and get him on his own. Too dangerous. Piece of filth has been around for centuries. And your dad, well, he wasn’t at his best anymore.”
“I was told someone on the Council might be protecting him, keeping him from being caught?”
Costello shrugged. “Dunno about that.”
I paused. “Do you think Chakrat was behind my father’s death?”
He shrugged
