Tooth and Claw (The Harry Russo Diaries Book 2) Read Online Free

more than I needed, so I
had sold it and used the money to buy a sturdy but used Toyoto Tacoma . It met
my needs, not to mention the fact that it didn’t cost the same as a small
house, and I had taken the difference and donated it to a local homeless
shelter.
    “What happened to the Ford?” Nash asked.
    “I didn’t need it.” I shrugged.
    “You gave it back to Salvador?” Nash looked surprised.
    “He wouldn’t take it back so I sold it.”
    Nash stared at me incredulously.
    “Look,” I continued, “it was too much. Do you know how much
that truck was worth? Fifty thousand dollars! That’s just crazy.” I grabbed
the flowers, forgotten in Nash’s arms, and put them in the back of the truck.
    “You’re the anonymous donor at the homeless shelter, aren’t
you?” Nash asked as the situation became clear to him.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied. It kind
of defeated the purpose of being anonymous if you went around telling everyone
about it. “Listen, thanks for your help. I have to get going.” I turned and
hurried towards the cab of the truck. “Good luck with your investigation. I
hope you find out what happened to Charles.” I waved and jumped in the truck
not waiting for a reply.

Chapter Four

    “You’re crossing your eyes,” Gran’s voice broke my
concentration and the pencil dropped to the counter top.
    “I was not.” I scowled at her and grabbed the pencil before
it could roll off the counter to the floor. “This is hard you know.” I was
practicing my telekinesis, another one of the little ‘gifts’ I suddenly had access
too. “At least you would know if you ever bothered to visit anymore.”
    Gran was a ghost. She had passed away over seven years ago
and well, just never really left. Even after her death, she had continued to
be an important person in my life, but lately she had made herself scarce, ever
since Isaac had moved in.
    This was the first time I had seen her in over a week. She
had made her opinion on having a vampire in the house loud and clear, at
least to me anyway, since I was the only one that could hear her. We ended up
having a bit of a dust up over the whole thing, that and the fact that I was
still in a bit of a snit that she withheld important information about my
heritage from me. For a while there, I thought that maybe Gran had left for
good. I don’t know where she goes when she’s not here, she’s never said and
I’ve never asked. I don’t think she even knows and if she did, I wasn’t sure
that was information I was prepared to process.
    “Well try again then,” she said. “It’s not going to get any
easier if you don’t practice.”
    I rolled my eyes at that bit of wisdom – thanks, Captain
Obvious - and set the pencil on the counter top. I took a cleansing breath and
focused on it, trying not to squint. “ Agitare ,” I whispered. The pencil
trembled then slowly started to float into the air.
    “Move?” Gran’s tone was incredulous. “You told the pencil
to move?”
    “What? It helps me focus.” The pencil dipped lower and
then straightened back up.
    “It’s a crutch. You shouldn’t need to use a focus word.
You should be able to just look at an object and it will move the way you
want.”
    Easier said than done. Tomas, a fellow dhamphir and overall
scary individual, could make an object move so fast from one place to another,
it was like it had disappeared and then reappeared in the blink of an eye. While
I was able to move and even cause objects to float, it took massive
concentration on my part just to make it look like a bad B-movie special
effect. You know, the kind where the little spaceship is flying, jerking up
and down on the screen, and you can just make out the wires holding it up. I
concentrated harder on the pencil, bringing it to a landing in the coffee mug I
had placed across the kitchen. There were several pens and pencils already
there, evidence of my earlier successes.
    “Good job, Harry. Now