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Midnight on the Midway by Morgan Brice
Carnival of Mysteries, Book 24
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“FBSI! Stop!” Drake Carlson shouted at the skinny man who raced for the nearest alley.
The man knocked a pile of garbage into Drake’s path and kept running.
Drake pivoted and leaped, clearing the obstacle and staying on his quarry. He drew his gun and hoped he didn’t have to shoot. Since he wasn’t sure what kind of creature the man really was, Drake couldn’t be certain a bullet would make a difference, and he didn’t want to cause a scene in public if the perp decided to use magic or shift into an animal.
Skinny Guy put on a burst of speed, and Drake pushed himself to keep up. He hated foot chases. Unlike on television, they were dangerous and usually meant dodging rats and stinking dumpsters.
He’s going to take a right—into a dead end. Drake’s psychic abilities came in handy. He’d had a vision about this chase, and now he intentionally herded the guy toward where the back street was blocked.
Sure enough, the other end of the new street had been closed off. Skinny Guy looked around wildly, then froze. His shape began to waver. Drake knew if the man shifted, he could lose him.
They were alone in the alley, with no one in sight in any direction. Drake stopped and aimed, firing a shot. It hit the man in the thigh and sent him crashing to the pavement. Drake’s bullet incised with runes stopped him from changing shape. Drake was on him fast, cuffing him with silver handcuffs etched with magical symbols.
“Get off me!” The man struggled against Drake’s height and weight advantage.
“FBSI,” Drake told him. That extra letter stood for supernatural, the branch of the department that investigated crimes involving magic, non-human creatures, and anything paranormal. “You’re under arrest.”
“For what? I can walk down an alley if I want. It’s a free country.”
Drake patted him down and pulled a bag of powder from the man’s pocket. “Walking? Yes. Dealing—no.”
“It’s flour. I picked it up for my dear old granny.”
“Uh-huh. What flavor of ‘monster meth’ are you running? Shifter smack or vamp Valium?”
“What the fuck are you talking about monsters for?”
Drake’s knee pressed a little harder into the small of the man’s back. “Like you weren’t trying to shift.”
Skinny Guy quit fighting. The runes on the silver cuffs blocked any magic, and the silver kept him from changing shape. Blood trickled from his temple. “Look, man, I’m a nobody. I’m not worth the paperwork.”
“True.” Drake pretended to think about it and drew his gun. “It’s less complicated if you’re shot resisting arrest.”
“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t be hasty. Shooting me won’t change anything.”
“Maybe not. But it sends a message to your bosses that we’re watching.”
“They don’t care. You can’t touch them.”
“Guess we’ll find that out. Tell me what and who you know, and maybe we can work a deal.”
“Okay, okay. Fuck, don’t shoot me again. This job doesn’t pay enough for that.”
Drake called for backup. Before long, an FBSI van with two agents parked to block the entrance to the alley. Drake hauled the prisoner to his feet and perp-walked him to the vehicle, keeping a firm grip as the man staggered.
“Charge him for dealing and possession of paranormal pharmaceuticals and hold him in a shifter cell and get one of our docs to look at him. I’ll be in to question him once he’s processed,” Drake told them after flashing his badge. They took Skinny Guy away with little more than an acknowledgment.
He watched them drive away, dusted himself off, and swore when he noticed that tackling the suspect had gone hard on his favorite pair of jeans.
“Shit. That’s the third pair this month.”
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About the Author:
Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.
On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.
Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!
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