Returning To The Scene Of The Crime
The first thing I did was grab a knife from the kitchen. Loki had written, ′make sure you always have a weapon on hand.′ Then I went and threw on a pair of black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, tied a leather jacket around my waist and put on a pair of combat boots. I went into the living room and put my phone in my pocket and slipped the knife into my boot. I took my backpack and loaded it up with trail mix, a water bottle, a blanket, a change of clothes, cash, and other assorted knives and sharp, potentially deadly objects. I was about to walk out the front door when I heard a voice.
“Remember me?” It was Chloe. “I’m coming with you. Duh.” I shook my head.
“You can’t. I need you to be the man in the chair for me. Or woman in the chair, OK?” She nodded in submission, and I walked out the door, got in my car, and drove away.
The first place I checked was back at the club where we first met. The place wasn’t nearly as crowded as it usually is at night, with only a few patrons present. I walked in and immediately walked to the door in the back, ignoring the stares of the other people in the club. Before I even
Before I even got outside, I heard people arguing.
“I told you, he jumped ship! He’s nowhere!” A guttural, male voice.
“Skirnir, find him. I don’t care about the stupid hammer. Find him. This is what I’m paying you for, isn’t it?” Another man.
“Well, I would be better off looking for that than your little devil.” The first man said. The second man responded,
“I don’t care, but let me spell this out for you. Skirnir. I. Am. Paying. You. To. Find. Him. So. Skirnir. Go. Find. Loki!” The name hung in the air. Without thinking, because I usually do things without the benefit of forethought, I stepped out of my hiding place behind the door and said,
“Excuse me boys, but can you tell me-” I was cut off when they both gasped and shouted,
“You!!” at the same time. I half expected them to rush me, but they just stood there, the bigger guy, the one from three months ago, glaring, and the other, a smaller guy with shaggy blue hair, blonde at the roots, crossed his arms and gave me a cool once over.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the lady who captured the mischief god’s heart, then call me a three-legged goat.”
“Oh look, it’s a three-legged goat.” I fired back. “What the hell are you talking about, anyway? Is this some sort of massive joke?” The two men put their heads together. I could hear the bigger man, Skirnir say,
“Uh, Forseti, I don’t think this is a good idea…” They turned back to me.
“We, like you, I imagine, are looking for your boyfriend. We too have been unable to locate him, but,” He flipped his fingers at me and grinned. “we need some help, and we need some help, and we need some help, and you’re going to find him.” With that, I felt something slam into the back of my head and it plunged me into unconsciousness.