Chapter 34
As Dale put his shoes on and tied them, he said, “Can you help me use the bullet to find its owner?”
“No. That’s not in my skill set.”
“Would it be in the grimoire?”
“Maybe. I don’t recall Mistress Mildred ever doing something exactly like that but there were times when I was not around,” Riadh said.
“What about Summer?”
“She poses a more distinct possibility.”
“Then I have to master the thing with the cup before I see her again.”
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Archimedes glared at the man standing on the other side of the desk from him. Mr. Walters billed himself as a competent fixer, someone who could strategically eliminate problems. Bullshit.
“Did you even use the noise suppression spell?” Archimedes asked.
“Yes, sir, but it didn’t work as well as I had expected.”
“You didn’t dispose of Mr. Edinger.”
“He was armed. He shot me. If I hadn’t been wearing body armor, things would have gone badly indeed. I think you provided insufficient information,” Walters snapped.