“wasthisamagialreatureattak?”felixturnedtostramitz.“inthemiddleofdowntownedinburgh?”

“multiplebitemarksintheeiling,”stramitzrepeated.sheturnedawayfromthesorhedwanditsbitemarksandfousedontheman—halftheman—onthebed.thewoundpatternlookedfamiliar.hewasn’ttorn—“thatmanwasbitteninhalf.”

felixbithislip.“whatdoesthis?aspell?a…dragon?”

“theyhaveawitness,”phillipsofferedwhenheamebakintothesuite.

“ohyeah?”felixarhedabrow.“howbigarehisteeth?”

thewitness—arhieeversworn—wasaporterwhohadbeentetoworkandhadtakenhispreioustimemakinghisroundstohekonthepenthouseearlierthatm.andhe’dalsomispedhisemployeemasterspellkeythatallowedhimintoanyroominthehotel.felixtookpointontheinterviewandamedownoneverswornhard.theporterwasi,igorawasertain,buthewasdefinitelyhidingsomething.

“thisdoesn’tlookgood,arhie,”felixrepeatedformaybethefifthtime.“youweretetowork,tetohekonthesuiteinquestion,andyourspellkeyismissing?itallseemsvery—”

“fluent,”stramitznarrowedhereyesandtheporter’sgreeneyeswidened.

“yeah,”felixontinued.“alotofpieesomingtogetherandpointingtoyou.”everswornstaredathisfeet.felixmetigora’seyesandwaitedforherapprovalbeforementioningthespelllog.“now,theseurityspellloggotsrambledintheminutesbeforeyousayyouenteredthepenthouse.anyreasonyouanthinkof,arhie,thattheseuritysystemwouldmalfuntionlikethat?”

“what?”theporterbreathed.“no,ofoursenot.”

stramitztookastepforward.“soyoudidn’tnotieanythingoutoftheordinaryonyourwayuptothepenthouse?”

theportergulped,andstramitzthoughthelookedodd

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