Chapter 36
“Can I take it out and touch it?” Summer asked. This time, she took a long drag on her cigarette.
“Yeah sure. I thought about taking it to the cops, but that would mean I’d have to explain…things.”
Summer picked up the bullet and rolled it around in her hand. Her eyes narrowed and Dale saw her pupils constrict into vertical slits. Sometimes Dale could almost forget Summer was actually a dragon, other times it was creepily obvious. She stubbed out her cigarette in an ashtray. “The man who touched it last was hired. It was not his task to kill Riadh. Not that a bullet would accomplish that anyway. Collateral damage was allowed, maybe even encouraged.”
“But you can’t tell me the identity of the man?”
“He no longer exists.” Summer said.
“Dead?” Dale guessed.
“Probably. His…presence…is no more. For a human, that generally translates to dead.”
“Okay, so he was a hired gun? Who hired him and what was his actual assignment?”