Friends and Enemies (Gwen Farris Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

exactly give it up. Part of that was her being selfish however. She really didn't want to, since it was fun, having others look at her and smile, like they often did now.
    Her other self, if that was the right way to think of it, moved toward the man, taking over the questioning rather efficiently. It made sense. She was used to working with telepaths, where the Constabulary Detectives really weren't, and having the victim asking for information about an attack probably wouldn't hold up in court very well.
    If any of these men were allowed to live that long.
    "You stabbed Gwen. Were you supposed to do that? Did someone send you for that in particular? Who do you work for? What were you planning to do with Gwen after you attacked her?"
    The man didn't get a chance to speak, but to everyone's surprise he cleared his throat at the end, and then stared.
    "I... Wasn't supposed to stab the young one. It was dark, and I made a mistake. An error that is... Forgive me, Miss." He looked at Gwen, and gave his own pained nod. Having your feet taken off like that, while very effective, had to hurt. No one had even bothered wrapping the things yet, being they were nearly perfectly cauterized at the stumps.
    She didn't respond to the words, Heather jumping in again, speaking so fast her strawberry blonde pony tail jumped a bit. She was in uniform, so had on blue slacks and a shirt, which looked more like a person to answer than a white floor length nightgown did.
    "Your target was Ethyl Vernor ? Who sent you?"
    The man shook his head a little, and then made a face that seemed to indicate he understood a lot more about what was going on with Beth than most people would have, in the same situation. There were mind readers in this place, but the fact was most of them were so crazy by the time they were in their twenties that what they said wasn't allowed to be used against a person. No matter how good it sounded at the moment. The only time that was really a thing that could happen was when a Westmorland, or at least an incredibly well trained person, did it.
    Here Beth was, also dressed to impress, in her blue on blue. If you were a smart person, you could work out what that meant.
    So the man didn't even try to hide anything. It still didn't help. You couldn't part with information you didn't know, which showed a certain level of professionalism that Gwen hadn't expected from the stab brothers.
    "We were contracted to take out the older lady here. Our information sent us to the wrong room, or I imagine things would have gone a bit more smoothly. That's one of the hazards of using magic for things like this. We ended up where we were supposed to, not where we should have. Well, it won't really matter, now. None of us know who hired us. We of the brotherhood never do. The mets were placed in an account, by people unknown to us, with the needed information, as to target, and," There was a pained gasp, but no complaint about the conditions he was being kept in. Whoever this man was, he knew better than to bother with that. "It really won't do you any good to read our minds. We don't have the information you want, other than the target. It's rare for us to fail, and rarer still for one of us to be captured. I trust that won't happen again, gentlemen?"
    This seemed to be for the other men, and then, almost as one, they all slumped over. Only the ropes were holding them up.
    No one screamed, but there was a gasp from more than one person as Billy jumped in and started to check pulses at the neck. After several seconds he rolled his eyes and looked directly at her.
    "Dead. Probably some kind of magical training used as a failsafe." He spun to glare at Ethyl, though it was clear there was a hint of a smile under the stupid little pencil mustache he was currently growing. It was stylish, but made him seem creepy. Creepier , she decided, patting Beth on the arm.
    "Go back to normal now, Bethany? I think this part is done." The thought that her poor