Byrd's Eye View

By Eve Morton

Rhea Florakis is a detective in the Magical Crimes Unit of the Neon City, a futuristic landscape where witches try to evade their taxes with counterfeit coins, and Madams run brothels full of high tech sex bots. When Rhea finds out that the notorious Tonya Byrd (A.K.A. Mrs. Nobody) is about to be released from prison, she springs into action. Tonya Byrd already evaded Rhea once -- but there are still two weeks left before an old statute of limitations runs out, and Rhea wants to find Tonya before anyone else does.

Meanwhile, Tonya Byrd only has three things on her mind when she steps out of prison: food, sex, and a yet to be named "good stuff" that will keep her satisfied all night long. When she is apprehended by Rhea and her bumbling partner, Murphy, she realizes she must put her own freedom on hold and complete one last mission. With some fancy new VR tech to help her out, the next job -- defeating an underground shipment of human cargo -- should be easy.

It is, of course, much harder than both Tonya and Rhea ever imagined. When the smoke clears, will they be able to put to mend their seven years apart? Or will the stray kiss they get in a heated chase be all they can ever have together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jul 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646564996

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Epilogue

Chapter 1

Detective Rhea Florakis didn’t look up from her desk when her partner, Murphy Laramie, sat down across from her. He sighed as he settled in his seat. He leaned over and tapped his hands against the pink memo paper. He adjusted his sleeves, and then finally, he cleared his throat.

Rhea finally met Murphy’s gaze stoically. Oh. Hi. Didn’t see you there. Could have sworn I’d been ghosted.

Come on, Murphy said. No kidding around. You know it’s me and you know I want something.

Rhea folded her hands on top of her off-white in-take forms. Her black nail polish—the kind that reflected magical properties—shone under the florescent lights of the detective bull pen. She thought she’d have enough time before the end of her shift to complete the paperwork for the unlicensed magical paraphernalia that she’d just taken in, and then maybe have enough time to question Ciara, the head witch at this coven, if she didn’t lawyer up. She’d just put on the polish in order to accomplish these remaining tasks as safely as possible.

But Murphy wanted something. He always wanted something. I’m not going with you to pick up a dead body. Learned my lesson the first time. You don’t need me. You need to think before you act.

Hey, Murphy said, taking offense at Rhea’s reference to their first shift together when he’d nearly been sucked into a mimicry spell of the dead body in front of them. I needed the coroner.

You needed the coroner’s black book of protection spells.

True. But he never gives those out, not without a tongue piercing afterward to ward off blabbering. Anyway, now we have the nail polish, so, the point’s moot. But because of your kindness on that first shift, I’d like to pay you back for all those tough times.

Murphy tented his fingers. He was still in-training, technically, but he was slowly getting used to the nature of the Magical Crimes Unit. It was hard, Rhea knew, because each and damn day she found something new and enchanting that changed the way she saw the world. It was hard to arrest Ciara, when really, she wanted to buy her a drink and then skim her mind for all the esoteric knowledge she could handle.

At the very least, she wanted her birth chart.

Have you found a good witch to give me advice? Rhea asked. I still want to know what the hell my Lilith rising sign means in my chart. How does it relate to everything else? And if I have a Lilith, does that mean there’s an Eve, too?

No idea. Not my department. But what I have is better than that. Murphy leaned forward as if he was imparting something secret. Rhea played along, not expecting the words that came out of his mouth to affect her so profoundly. Tonya Byrd is getting out.

What?

Tonya, he repeated. Mrs. Nobody.

I know who she is, Rhea snapped. Her attention went to her desk drawer. She didn’t need to grab the file at the bottom to already know what it would say: Tonya Byrd, a conjurer known for manufacturing elements outside of the periodic table, was arrested for counterfeit magical goods seven years ago. Since one of those goods was a deadly weapon, she was given the highest sentence. The Crowd and Alliance Crime Unit—effectively the magical mob unit—had arrested her, not Rhea. She’d been investigating her privately for her counterfeit metals and unsanctioned metallurgy. Since that didn’t count as the biggest crime, Tonya was never charged for it. A petty theft, a misdemeanour.

Yet Rhea knew it would lead to so much more. She’d wanted Tonya for herself, to question by herself, in order to extract and record all the unheard secrets of her life of crime. When Crowd Unit had grabbed her, Rhea’s work and goals had been left out in the cold. For the past seven years, she’d been keeping tabs on Tonya. That had been easy since she’d been in the same magical jail. Each time Rhea and Murphy went to interrogate witch gangs or vampire sex crimes they’d stop by Tonya’s cell. Rhea wanted to know where her lab was based. She wanted to know the next step of her enterprise. Surely this woman had more up her sleeves, right?

They’d gotten nowhere.

At least, nowhere on paper.

This doesn’t make any sense, Rhea said. Her heart pounded as she opened the file and looked at the mug shot of Tonya. Her most obvious feature was one that Rhea didn’t even see anymore: Tonya’s missing eye. She had a glass one that gave her a red glow when she’d been caught, but it had soon been retrieved as a weapon and replaced with an eye-patch in lock-up. Each and every visit, Rhea had spent less and less time concerned with the obvious flaw, and regarded every other aspect of Tonya. Her blonde hair was matted and dyed purple at the edges, which had soon faded in her jail cell. Her teeth were long and narrow, blindingly white, and so she seemed to smile all the time. The joy at her own capture seemed anathematic. It was like she wanted to be in confinement. It was like she wanted to do this to Rhea. Her stomach quivered a bit before she turned to Murphy. It says here that she won’t be released for another few months

Exactly. Just when our statute of limitations expires.

Rhea made a face. This was not their case.