Chapter 44
Dale took a breath, then kicked the door open, aiming his gun at the man behind a huge wooden desk. Archimedes. Dale flung the jar at the mage. “Still as stone!”
The jar never hit the floor, instead it hovered in the air a foot or so in front of Archimedes. The mage gave Dale a sly gloating grin. Dale felt the muzzle of a gun press against the base of his skull.
“Did you really think that I wouldn’t notice someone breaking into my house?” Archimedes said.
An arm reached around Dale’s shoulders and took the Sig from his hand. Dale was roughly spun around and shoved into a straight back chair by the bearded man. How the hell had he gotten back into the house without Dale seeing him? Magic had to be involved. His assailant stood in front of him, gun aimed at Dale’s face.
“Bind him securely. Duct tape would be a nice touch,” Archimedes said. He had plucked the jar out of the air and set it on the desk top…next to the shoe box.