"Yeah. If that one can carry a gun away without being seen, imagine what else he might carry."
Chapter 13
"My King, I had to rest. My apologies for arriving at this time," Rend bowed before Baltis, out of breath and breathing with difficulty.
"No matter, I was not asleep," Baltis sighed. Both Dark Elemaiya stood inside an underground chamber hollowed out beneath Chicago's streets. "What do you have for me? Or did you merely wish to get away from those foul-smelling creatures?"
"I have news, my King. The one whom we seek? What if you could turn him to our purposes?" Rend gazed at his King's back. Baltis had no view. He had no windows. Instead, he stared at a painting his servants had hung on the newly formed walls of his chamber.
"Why would we need him? We have shapeshifters in plenty. We have always birthed more of those than our Bright cousins."
"My King, the one working as spy for those creatures sent images to them. I have good reason to believe that the boy is a mister." If Rend wanted his King's attention, he had it then.
"Perhaps half." Marcus answered Micah's question regarding how many had gone to Ben Billings' service and burial. "And I'm not sure I understand why Dawn and Randy went, but that's not my concern." Marcus ran a hand through short black hair.
"I'm not sure why Marcie and her boys went either," Micah sighed. "Perhaps it's a morality lesson for her sons or something."
"I'm not sure I want to know, either way," Marcus said.
"Ready?" Marco stood in the doorway of Ashe's bedroom, watching while Ashe zipped his backpack and slung it over a shoulder. Sali sat at the foot of Ashe's bed, watching Ashe prepare to go back to Winkler's beach house.
"Yeah. Come on, Sali." Sali rose and followed Ashe. "Time to go, Mom," Ashe met his mother at the foot of the stairs.
"Honey, I almost wish you could stay home for a few days," Adele said.
"I know. We'll be back Friday night."
"Full moon," Adele reminded, hugging Ashe.
"No worries," Ashe nodded, squeezing his mother's shoulders before letting go.
Sali walked out with Marco and Ashe, watching both of them as they climbed into the borrowed Winkler Security van. Ashe waved at his friend as Marco backed out of the driveway.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," Ashe quoted the Dickens classic.
"Yeah." Marco was in complete agreement as they left the Star Cove addition behind and drove toward Aransas Pass and the ferry. This time, the long line of vehicles was waiting to get off the island, so Ashe and Marco were one of only four vehicles riding to Port Aransas.
"Have you met Winkler's kids?" Ashe asked as Marco drove off the ferry, the van thumping over the gangway and onto solid pavement.
"Yeah. They're okay. Wayne goes by his middle name, because he's named after Winkler, and Wynter can be a bit of a diva at times, but she's all right, too."
"What happened to their mother?" Ashe thought to ask. Nobody had mentioned her at all.
"Kellee is the biggest jerk," Marco sighed. She's remarried now, to a werewolf Second in Ohio. She only asks to see Wayne and Wynter if she wants something from Winkler. Money and stuff."
"Aren't they old enough to decide if they want to see their mother?" Ashe asked.
"They'll be twenty-one in August, and that's when Winkler can stop supporting Kellee, according to the agreement he made. Kellee is probably fit to be tied over it, because she can't bug Winkler after that. Not with any leverage, anyway. Word has it that Winkler paid for the huge house she's living in, there in Cleveland. Her husband owns a small construction firm, so it's likely he didn't buy it."
"Sounds like daytime television," Ashe grinned.
"More than you know," Marco said. "Want ice cream before we hit the beach?"
The small ice-cream shop in Port Aransas only had a few customers inside. Ashe and Marco ordered a cone each. Ashe whipped out his cell and dialed Winkler's number.
"Ashe?" Winkler answered.
"We're at the ice-cream shop in Port A. Want anything?"
"Yeah. Bring a half gallon each of chocolate, strawberry and rocky road," Winkler's smile came through in his voice.
"Will do," Ashe said and ended the call. Marco paid for the ice cream, placed the bag in the back of the van and drove the few remaining miles to the beach house. Winkler, Trajan, Trace and two others were waiting when Marco and Ashe brought the bag inside.
"Ashe, this is Wayne and this is Wynter," Winkler introduced his twenty-year-old twins to Ashe, who smiled and took offered hands.
"Shapeshifter, huh?" Wayne asked.
"Look," Marco hauled out his cell phone and replayed the video he'd taken of Sali waving his arms while the bumblebee bat flapped overhead.
"That's tiny," Wynter breathed, watching as well.
"And extremely handy," Winkler said, chuckling at Sali's antics. "Ashe has echolocation skills like that. He can detect you from half a mile away."
"And he's so cute," Trajan slapped Ashe on the back. "Get your shorts on. You haven't gone running for two days. And we'll work extra hard in the weight room tomorrow."
"You enjoy this, don't you?" Ashe said.
"You know it. Marco, to the beach!" Trajan pointed toward the sandy stretch behind Winkler's beach house.
"I'll come, too," Wayne said. Minutes later, Ashe, Wayne and Marco were jogging southward along the sandy strip between the gulf water and a line of beach homes and condos. "Heard you had a little excitement in Star Cove," Wayne breathed, running between Ashe and Marco.
"Yeah. Dad took care of it," Marco replied.
"My dad says it was out of character," Wayne went on.
"It was, in a weird sort of way," Marco agreed. "Never saw Billings go off like that."
"I think something set him off, I just don't know what it was," Ashe offered.
"Either way, he was buried this afternoon. As a human," Marco ended the conversation regarding Principal Billings. "How's school? What about the vacation in Europe?"
"School's okay. Europe ditto. Gran and Grampa went with us to Stonehenge, and then walked around with us in Edinburgh and Paris. We got to go out alone sometimes, too."
"Maybe I'll ask my dad to send me when I graduate from high school," Ashe said.
"What does your dad do?" Wayne asked.
"He's security for the community. Part of it, anyway. He's vampire," Marco answered for Ashe.