Kevin looked up at the power plant. Soaring hundreds of feet above the city, the floating island provided power for the entire state of New York. It was an amazing site. Waterfalls of pure green energy fell from the island, splashing down into the reactors on the ground, generating power from both the kinetic and mystical energies of the rivers.
“Uh, Kevin,” Atheara mumbled next to him.
No. There was no more chocolate. She had eaten it all. All of it. Every bit of freakin’ chocolate in the whole state of New York!
“Yeah,” the detective replied.
“You know our ogre?”
“Yeah,” Kevin chuckled, “The one that got his butt whooped by the troll? Man that was one hell of a fight.”
“He’s dead,” the fairy responded matter-of-factly.
The platform on which they were standing began to lift them up to the power plant, “Dead!? How? That troll didn’t beat him that bad.”
“Well, see … same as our dwarf,” Atheara moved the reports around on the holographic image in front of her. “The gore-bots found that our dwarf died of loss of blood to the brain. His heart stopped for no reason. Curse scans have come up empty. Our ogre is the same. He just kicked over in the jail.”
The platform stopped and they stepped off in front of a skinny young man with nervous hair, “Hello detectives,” he said while handing Kevin a pair of headphones.
“You’ll be needing those sir,” the young man tapped his own set, “Matching pair.”
“Okay, so let’s see the victim here,” Kevin nodded.
“Yeah, sure,” the young man nodded, leading them toward the interior of the power plant.
As they passed several uniformed police officers directing gore-bots and talking with workers, Kevin had to pause momentarily to look at the heart of the plant. There, in the center, were four blue columns of gleaming mystical energy. Drifting happily around the columns were the most beautiful women Kevin had ever seen. They sang into golden cones toward the columns and as their voices struck the energy, glowing gold and silver symbols appeared in the viscous ether. The symbols would then dissolve, leaving the energy green and ready for processing.
It was amazing.
The music their voices created was enchanting, enticing and more lovely than any sound Kevin had ever heard … even with the earmuffs. It was no wonder sailors would sail to their deaths hearing their songs. Leaning on the rail, watching the enchantresses sing to the energy, the detective noticed something just down the rail from him.
“Oh that’s soooo cute!” Atheara gasped.
Two miniature dragons sat on the railing, watching the sirens. One was purple with golden antler-like horns and the other was pink with silvery horns. Their tails were intertwined and they were watching the women with the same interest people would watch opera singers.
“Leave ’em alone Atheara,” Kevin snickered. He felt a case of diabetes developing from how sweet the sight was.
“So our victim ..?” Kevin asked.
“Security contractor,” the nervous man answered. “We hired him to make sure our security was up to snuff. Then he just … died.”
Stopping by the crime scene, Kevin knelt by the body of a tall, white-haired man, “Got anything Atheara?”
Looking at the hologram projecting from the PC on her wrist, she shuffled a few files around, “London McCray. Owner of Immovable Wall Security. They provide security systems and personnel to …”
“Personnel?” Kevin asked, blinking. Like rent-a-cops?
“Already on it …” the fairy said smiling.
Grabbing a gore-bot that drifted by, Kevin checked its preliminary findings. Same as before, no sign of injury. London had simply died.
“Fraaphknot works for Immovable Wall Security,” Atheara noted.
Kevin stood up, dusting himself off, “But I can’t believe that troll is smart enough to figure out how to kill someone without pounding them into goo.” The singing of the women in the back was distracting.
“No, but he knew this victim,” Atheara said, shaking a scattering of pink particles out of her hair.
Singing … singing …
That was it!
“Atheara,” Kevin grabbed her, “Check if the ogre had a PC. Then have them check the records, but warn them not to listen to anything.”
“Why?” the fairy closed her holograms with a confused look.
“I need to know where all the registered banshees are in the city,” Kevin responded, quickly heading back to the lift. “But I’m still missing a motive …”
Why would someone kill a dwarven jeweler, a security business owner and a big ogre with a long rap sheet? The only connection was the troll who worked for the security company and who beat up the ogre. But that didn’t explain the jeweler … how did it all fit together?
“Hey, let’s stop at the Stop-and-Rob on the way back,” Atheara said as they climbed into the squad car. “I need some chocolate.”