Kate Daniels 02 - Magic Burns

neutral mask slid onto his face.
    â€œOh no, you don’t! I can’t carry him by myself.”
    â€œPack business.” He headed for the exit.
    â€œJim!”
    I killed the urge to throw something at the empty doorway. Served me right for taking a job with a guy who served on the Pack Council. It’s not that Jim was a bad friend. It’s just that for shapeshifters, Pack business always took precedence. On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.
    I stared at a very dead Jeremy lying like a sack of potatoes on the floor. Probably a hundred and fifty pounds, dead weight. There was no way I could carry him and the salamander at the same time. There was no way I could leave the salamander unattended, either. The magic could hit anytime, setting the little lizard ablaze. Plus, the sniper might still be around. I needed to get out of here, and fast.
    Jeremy and the salamander, each worth four grand. I no longer did a lot of work for the Guild, and gigs of this size didn’t come my way too often. Even split in half with Jim, the bounty would cover my two mortgages for two months. The thought of leaving four grand on the floor made me physically ill.
    I looked at Jeremy. I looked at the salamander. Choices, choices.
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    THE MERCENARY GUILD’S BOUNTY CLERK, A SHORT, trim, dark-haired man, stared at Jeremy’s head on the counter. “Where is the rest of him?”
    â€œI had a slight logistics problem.”
    The clerk’s face split in a wide smile. “Jim took off on you, didn’t he? That will be one capture ticket then?”
    â€œTwo tickets.” Jim might be an asshole, but I wouldn’t screw him out of his share. He’d get his capture ticket, which entitled him to his half of the bounty.
    â€œKate, you’re a pushover,” the clerk said.
    I leaned over the counter and offered him my best deranged smile. “Wanna push and see if I fall over?”
    â€œNo thanks.” The clerk slapped the stack of forms on the counter. “Fill these out.”
    The inch-thick stack of paperwork promised to occupy me for a good hour. The Guild had pretty lax rules—being an organization of mercenaries, they took keen interest in profit and little else—but death had to be reported to the cops and thus required red tape. The small significance of Jeremy’s life was reduced to the price on his head and a lot of carefully framed blank spaces on a piece of paper.
    I gave the top form the evil eye. “I don’t have to fill out the R20.”
    â€œThat’s right, you work with the Order now.” The clerk counted off eight pages from the top of the stack. “There you go, VIP treatment for you.”
    â€œYipee.” I swiped my stack.
    â€œHey, Kate, let me ask you something.”
    I wanted to fill out my forms, go home, and take a nap. “Shoot.”
    He reached under the counter. The Mercenary Guild occupied an old Sheraton Hotel on the edge of Buckhead and the clerk’s counter had been a lobby bar in that previous life. The clerk pulled out a dark brown bottle and set it in front of me with a shot glass.
    â€œWhy, no, I won’t drink your mysterious love potion.”
    He guffawed. “Hennessy. The good stuff. I’ll pay for the info.”
    â€œThanks, but I don’t drink.” Not anymore, anyway. I still kept a bottle of Boone’s Farm sangria in my cabinet for a dire emergency, but hard liquor was right out. “What’s your question?”
    â€œWhat’s it like to work for the Order?”
    â€œThinking of joining?”
    â€œNo, I’m happy where I’m at. But I’ve got a nephew. He wants to be a knight.”
    â€œHow old?”
    â€œSixteen.”
    Perfect. The Order liked them young. All the easier to brainwash. I pulled up a chair. “I’d take a glass of water.”
    He brought me water and I sipped it. “Basically the Order does the same thing we do: they clear magic hazmat. Let’s say you’ve got a harpy in a tree after a magic wave. You’re going to call the cops first.”
    â€œIf you’re stupid.” The clerk smirked.
    I shrugged. “The cops tell you that they’re busy with a giant worm trying to swallow the federal courthouse, instruct you to stay away from the harpy, and tell you they’ll come out when they can. The usual. So you call the Guild. Why wait, when for three hundred