130 Hello?

Moments after that a letter appeared in front of me. Knight gave me a complete run down of his plan, he and six human female would visit an island resort. The numbers of females would distract them from his real mate who he had hid in plain sight that way they would not find her. You can't destroy something you can find so she should be relatively safe.

However many others were not, the panic had spread like a wild fire, mates were in lock down, and members in the council were buying protection and were looking at me to provide them the artifact fast. It was hectic.

Took me another hour to sort everything out, there were some items I had in stock that was usable. The problem was there wasn't enough to go around so I had to call Beth.

"Hello?"I said,

"No. I am fresh out of protection artifacts." said Beth, "Just sell of your charms. Those work."

I paused.

"I've been saving those." I replyed,

"Well it's time."

"Fine."

Sitting there doing the accounting, my mind wonder. It didn't feel right that I was making money over other people's distress and did nothing when the master mind started a war. There were things that didn't make sense to me starting from the crime scene even with all the clues I had picked up.

This was weird. It started out with a simple crime that was not simple. I know what I saw the aura of the place there wasn't enough energy.

Where was the energy?

How did they clean it up?

Did they harvest it like I usually do?

I finally saw the light. I've found a real motive and two possible methods. This may be the lead I want and a link. Lust with skin contract would explain the faint energy trail. The death was an after math, a deal gone wrong or a double cross. At this point none of this matter but the nagging question was there that who would sink so low and uses such a low life method that most being I know considered beneath them.

This was clearly a work of blood. By using others and coming taking the power meant this being had enough circuits to pull this off without incinerate into dust. It was hard but I had hope that it was not Diana or grandmother.

A large purchase like that would leave a paper trail that I could fallow. I turn to my computer to check the website. It would seem the purchase for the club was made by Armini interior design.