A Prison of Worlds (The Chained Worlds Chronicles Book 1) by Daniel Ruth Page B

reluctantly.  “Likely I will have to offer each pack a separate
deal.”
    “Sounds
pricey.  Too bad the mayor's idea of a separate supernatural police department
isn't in place yet. I think you may have issues with the present police force
when they find out you rented the rooms where the bombs went off.”
    She
gave a bitter chuckle.  “There won't be any police involvement.  Jin will
ensure that any traces that he or I were ever there are gone.  His connections
go deep everywhere I have gone.”
    I
contemplated her statement.  In today's world of rather intrusive recordkeeping
and holo cameras, it seemed more than odd that a master wizard could be a
master hacker as well.  It wasn't hard to fuzz sensors.  I could do it with
just my psychic abilities and almost any supernatural creature's aura tends to
make modern technology unreliable.  This was the major reason my appliances
blew up on a daily basis and I didn't have a reliably functioning vid terminal. 
However, computer records were completely different.  This meant that he had
most likely enslaved some poor soul to do his dirty work for him.  Or maybe he
just paid well.  Considering I had seen firsthand his retirement plan I was
guessing on the first.
    “Hmm. 
Well, I think support for the new department will get a boost tonight.  When
the dust settles I can ask Conrad to give us a hand.”
    This
seemed to perk her interest a bit.  “Why, what's happening tonight?”
    “The
police department is going to storm a magic user's lair.  I suggested they
gather a posse of shifters and vampires, but they seemed pretty skeptical.”  I
shrugged as I took another bite of pie.  “I figure when most of the human's die
in the raid it will either trigger an anti-paranormal riot or allow the mayor
to get the support he needs for the new department.”
    I
enjoyed my desert in silence until I realized it had been going on a while. 
Looking up, I saw the girl staring at me in horror.  “What?  Do I have
something on my face?”
    “How
can you just sit there knowing they are going to die?” she demanded imperiously.
    “Um,
I don't know,” I muttered.  She seemed upset, I wondered if this was a human
thing or a woman thing.  “The police asked my advice.  I gave it to them.  If
they ignore it and die...”  I waived my spoon in tiny circles.
    “But
you know they will ignore it,” she stated.
    “I
know nothing of the sort.  It's just very likely.  It's not like I spoke in
riddles.  I gave them step by step advice in storming the home of a possible circle
master.  They are adults, if they choose to ignore my advice... well I've heard
a lot about Darwin.”
    “And
you didn't offer any more help than advice,” she said, in a low voice.
    “They
didn't ask.”  I considered her words for a moment.  “You seem to have a hero
complex.”
    “You
seem to lack any moral backbone altogether,” she retorted scathingly.
    I
blinked at her somewhat confused.  Did she really expect me to throw myself
uninvited in the front lines of someone else's fight for no reason?  I didn't
really know how to respond to her statement.  Was it an insult?
    “You
can always contact Conrad and offer your services.  They may even accept.”
    “I
think I will.”
    “Conrad
seems a rather influential shifter.  If he becomes the head of the new
department he may be the most influential shifter in the city.  I don't know
how that translates into power in the packs, but it sounds like a good start.”
    She
seemed to get even angrier at my advice.  “You are the most coldblooded person
I have ever met.”
    “Does
this mean you don't want my help with the wizard?” I asked, to be sure I was
interpreting her correctly.  Maybe if the wizard killed her I could sneak into
the lair and steal his books while he was busy.  I didn't like the idea of
leaving what may be one of my kind marauding among mortals, but I certainly
wasn't going to challenge an older dragon to