Page 29 of Bright Dark Curses

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“No names floating around?” Dru asked.

“Hmm.” She fell silent for a few moments, a line of concentration appearing between her brows. “Craig Turner? Maybe?”

I exchanged a glance with Dru. She shook her head.

“Craig Turner?” I asked.

“He used to be a local filmmaker. I think. I remember hearing about how he tried to get permission to film a documentary in Olmeda but kept getting rejected. He got arrested trying to assault someone in the mayor’s office. He was really mad about the whole thing.”

A-plus grade quality suspect right here. “When did this happen?”

“A few years ago.”

Could this Turner hold a grudge for this long?

Yes, absolutely.

“Do you know where he lives?”

April giggled. “How would I know?”

“Was he a client of Crane, maybe?”

“No, nothing like that.” She paused to think for a few moments. “You know, Wyatt might know more about him. I think they worked together a while back.”

I made a face. Wyatt, owner of the seediest paranormal bar in town, and I didn’t have the best of histories. “Anyone else who might know about Turner?”

“Sorry, that’s all I can remember.”

“You’ve been very helpful,” I told her, meaning it. Just because I didn’t like where she led me didn’t mean her contribution wasn’t worth it.

She smiled at us and we said our goodbyes.

“What do you think?” I asked Dru as we came out of the building, and I gave Fluffy and Rufus some well-deserved scritches for being such good, quiet doggies inside.

“I think she’ll vote for the shop.”

I grinned. “I think she will. About this Turner person.”

“Has possibilities. Who’s Wyatt?”

My eyes widened, and I covered a gasp with my hand. “No! Tell me it isn’t true!”

She glowered. “What?”

“There’s a paranormal in town you don’t know?” Feeling insurmountably proud of myself, I puffed my chest and channeled my best lecture tone. “He owns a bad-paranormals-only bar in Guiles and Romary.”

Dru’s expression cleared. “Oh, that Wyatt.”

Dang it. “Yep.

“Hmm. I wonder if he ever goes to the PBOA meetings.”

“I’ve never seen him there before, but it can’t hurt to ask.” I had a feeling talking to Wyatt with Dru by my side would be a much better experience than when I did it on my own. The woman had a way of reducing the most hardened of paranormals into fumbling toddlers with a single arch of her eyebrows.

Dru didn’t need a second to consider the proposition. “Is the bar open now?”

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