Page 27 of Arresting the Warlord

General Jones’s warrior’s bracelet chimed. One glance at the screen and he tapped an icon. “You have another murder Officer Yellowhorse?”

My appetite vanished.

“Yes, General. Two tourists and their guide were found slaughtered at the base of West Mitten Butte in Monument Valley,” Office Yellowhorse stated.

“Send me the coordinates.”

“Sending now.”

I butted in, “Who’s handling the crime scene?”

“Nez and Yazzie were the first officers to arrive and they have secured the area,” Officer Yellowhorse replied.

“Tell them not to touch anything until we arrive,” I ordered.

“I will relay your instructions.” There was a slight pause before Yellowhorse asked, “Is Elder Tsosie with you?”

“My father was severely injured by our suspect. General Jones brought him to the Coletti ship for treatment. He’ll be back in time for the council meeting.” At least I hoped so.

“I will advise the council members.”

“Thank you.”

The General severed the connection. “When is the council meeting?”

“Next Monday,” I answered.

The General patted my hand. “Your father will be able to resume his duties by then.”

“As soon as he’s at full strength, he’ll want to join the hunt,” I groused.

A smile touched Zarek’s mouth. “Your father has a warrior’s heart.”

“He’s utterly fearless in battle,” I said.

Jake added, “So is his daughter.” He pulled back my chair. “Let’s go get your battle armor.”

“I’ll need my murder bag too.”

“No, you won’t. The armor comes with a warrior’s bracelet that’s equipped with all sorts of goodies,” Jake said.

I smiled. I loved gadgets. “I can’t wait to try it out.”

“I’ll meet you in the shuttle,” General Jones said. “Don’t dawdle.”

Dawdle? Like I was going to apply makeup and do my hair first?

“We won’t.” Jake slid an arm around my waist and teleported. We appeared in a room filled with all sorts of weapons. Swords, knives, laser pistols, rifles, war hammers and metallic black belts in an assortment of sizes.

An older, badly scarred warrior walked over to us. “This is your mate?”

“Partner. I’m his partner,” I corrected.

The old guy cocked an eyebrow. “Are you now?”

“Yes.”

“Have you drunk his blood?”

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