Chapter 30

“The assumption being you might want something liberated from that location at a future date.”

“Possibly.”

“Give me an address and whatever information you have on these keys. It might take a couple of days to set up a meet,” Vanessa said.

“That’s quite alright. I do have some time.”

Vanessa wanted to roll her eyes. Archimedes was an impatient shit, but he was a very wealthy impatient shit.

* * * *

Sitting out on the back porch step in fading sunlight, Dale stared across the grass without really seeing it. He’d spent chunks of the last two days trying to figure out some method for turning off or at least turning down his new ability to sense magic with no success. In fact, he thought it might be getting stronger. There were even moments when he touched Riadh that he got a gut level tingle. It was different from picking up the cup Summer had loaned him, but definitely there.

Today, he’d spent a piece of his morning at an appointment with the VA therapist, Dr. Milton