Dominion: Zoë Martinique Investigation, Book 6 by Phaedra Weldon Page A

do what he did
and go from solid to non-solid? How come my whole look changed? Not
that I minded looking like some comic-book form of someone's
nemesis…it was just weird.
    Ebil bunneh slippers and
all.
    Joe took in a deep breath and opened
the door. And, like he'd figured, six uniformed cops preceded a
very leery looking Mastiff into the apartment.
    "You got a warrant?" Joe asked as he
slammed the door closed behind the intrusion.
    Mastiff turned to face him inside the
hall, and TC and I watched the uniforms take up positions around
the living room.
    "We're not here to look through your
place, Joe."
    "Why the muscle?"
    "Just…precaution."
    "Get out."
    "Joe, I need you to look
at—"
    "Get out. Or you get them out. If you
don't have a warrant—and I know you don't have probable cause for
anything—then get out." He opened the door again and
pointed.
    Mastiff looked ready to explode. His
jaw worked back and forth as he thought it over and then nodded to
the officers. They filed back out of the apartment.
    "Sergeant." Mastiff approached the
last one out and slipped out the door. He whispered, but I could
hear him. "Stay close and keep an eye out. I doubt Frasier's made
it here yet. Martinique lives above this unit. Put two men on her
apartment. We got a warrant pending to search her
place."
    "Yes, sir."
    When he came back in, I bore a hole
into his face with my very angry stare. I wanted to Scream at him,
but figured that would just sort of complicate things. Asshole was
going to search my apartment? What the hell for?
    I kept quiet, too, since being
invisible didn't necessarily mean being inaudible. When I first
started going out of body, I learned that the hard way.
    Joe looked outside after Mastiff came
back in, then shut the door and locked it. "You got some fucking
nerve, Mastiff."
    "Me? I do?" the handsome, dark-skinned
detective said. "I'm not the one who just quit the police
department on a whim. That was you. And you did it right in the
middle of a case involving your former partner after he shows up
again here and in Canada. I call that pretty damned
suspicious."
    Joe didn't look at his
partner — I mean former partner now that he'd quit—as he moved past him to
the kitchen. He didn't offer him coffee, either, but picked up his
own cold mug and downed half of it. "You got something to show me,
then show me."
    Mastiff reached into the breast pocket
of his suit jacket and retrieved a DVD case. "This is security
footage taken early this morning of a fight breaking out in the
lobby of a high rise in Buckhead, just down from Lenox Square
mall."
    "Name of said high rise?"
    "The Oaks."
    I blinked. Oh. Wow. That was where
Jason kept one of his condominiums. It wasn't the Revenants' base
of operations, but it was one of Jason's more private residences in
Atlanta.
    "And Daniel was in the lobby?" Joe was
playing it cool. No shift in his expression. He even turned and
reloaded another K-Cup into the Keurig. "Why that
place?"
    "We think he was going to see Jason
Lawrence."
    Joe nearly dropped his cup at that
statement. And I nearly went corporeal. TC put a hand on my
shoulder. "Easy," he whispered.
    Easy? The last person I wanted to
involve in this was Jason. Being a Revenant, he'd been careful all
his life to remain a little invisible. But if Mastiff continued
with this, it might bring unwanted attention to him.
    And honestly…where had Mastiff gotten
this DVD?
    "You know Jason's got nothing to do
with this."
    "Then why was Daniel in the lobby of
the very building he owns property in?" Mastiff moved to the
counter. "Can I get a cup?"
    "No."
    I slapped my hand over my mouth to
stop from barking out a laugh. Ha!
    "I see. Well, we'll play it your way.
My investigation into Mr. Lawrence's background and his financials
has already started. I'll find out if he's working to give Frasier
any kind of aid."
    Joe put his old mug under
the Keurig spout and hit brew . "Mastiff, how many rich snotty
people live in that high rise? And