Out of Spite, Out of Mind (Magic 2.0 Book 5) by Scott Meyer

Out of Spite, Out of Mind (Magic 2.0 Book 5) by Scott Meyer

Author:Scott Meyer [Meyer, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781950056019
Publisher: Rocket Hat Industries
Published: 2018-12-20T05:00:00+00:00

Phillip started to speak, but Brit the Elder held a finger to her lips and pointed down the hallway. The hall was lined with numbered doors that clearly led to various condos. A half-dozen doors down, the hall turned left, and Phillip heard unseen people locked in a tense conversation around that corner.

A man who managed to growl while nearly shouting said, “Sadler is dangerous in ways you can’t imagine. Going in there alone is—”

A quieter male voice interrupted, “Unwise. Ma’am.”

The first speaker said, “I was going to say stupid.”

The quieter voice repeated, “Unwise.”

A woman’s voice, which Phillip immediately recognized as Brit the Much Elder’s, said, “I have a feeling, working with you, your partner has become an expert in the unwise, Agent Miller. I appreciate your concern, and the passion with which you’ve expressed your reservations has changed my mind.”


“Instead of waiting here by the elevator, Agent Miller, you and Agent Murphy will wait downstairs in your car. Is that clear?”

Miller made some strangling noises deep in his throat.

Murphy said, “Crystal clear, ma’am.”

“Good. Maybe you can spend the time cleaning it, or spraying some Glade or something. That back seat reeks of bananas.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“On your way, then. Off you pop.”

Miller said, “We’ll have to wait for the elevator, ma’am.”

“Nonsense. You’re two healthy men. The stairs are right there.”

Murphy said, “Yes, ma’am.” Miller made a noise that could have been either agreement or the growl of a large animal.

A door clicked shut.

Brit the Much Elder walked around the corner, wearing the exact same suit as Brit the Elder—but with stylish black shoes. She shook her head.

“Stubborn, aren’t they?” Brit the Elder asked.

“Yes,” Jimmy said, “but they aren’t wrong. I am dangerous.”

Brit the Elder and Phillip turned to see James Sadler, aka Jimmy, aka Merlin, standing in the open door to his condo wearing black pants and a slightly faded black polo shirt.

“Or at least I would be,” he said, “if you weren’t all three just as powerful as me, Madam Director. Brit. Heck, if anyone here’s dangerous, it’s Phillip, judging by the look on his face.”

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Phillip said.

Jimmy winced slightly. “You thought I was dead. That doesn’t mean I was supposed to be dead.”

“I never really believed you’d died.”

“Yes, and it’s perfectly understandable that you’d be so angry to be proved right. If you’d all please come in, it would be better not to have this conversation in the hall.”

They entered Jimmy’s condo, an eclectic mix of interesting, attractive furniture and dark, glossy finishes his decorator had picked to convey a clear impression that Jimmy had exquisite taste in decorators. One whole wall was made up of glass, much like Brit the Younger’s home. Instead of providing a portal into the deep sea, Jimmy’s windows looked out into open space—low-slung suburban sprawl, and bare brown mountains in the distance, both of which, despite their size and substance, just made the space look emptier.

Jimmy offered his guests a seat and a drink. The Brits accepted both


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