House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 30 (Liam)

Liam rumbled through the draws for the hundredth time, “It can’t just disappear, try tracking it again.”

His sister clomped her black ankle boots towards him from the passage, trampling on glass, cracking it with her heels, the noise not bothering either of them.

Her legs encased in a vintage pair of dark maroon leather pants, she lifted the sleeve of her black and silver jersey which sat loosely on her bodice and pushed her open blonde wavy hair back. Her Australian accent rushed through the room, “I have done it over and over again, if it was here I’d know.”

“Nobody knows about the necklace beside the three of us, I delivered it myself, who would take it.”

He looked at the girl, her eyes greener than the summers grass, shinier than a gemstone in the sun, the eyes of his mother. “Liam I don’t even know much about the necklace myself, you still haven’t told me what’s it for? the scent tells me it’s strong, and that brother always equals trouble.”

“I told you I will in time, try again, I’m going to talk to the police, and try ‘n keep it to yourself will you.”

She threw her hands in the air, “I don’t have to help you, a little trust brother will go a long way.”

smiled before he bent down to kiss her forehead, “Why can't you wear a dress once in a while Jullie.” With a fleeting wave of her hand, she then

anything she was reluctant to leave his embrace. Liam had wanted to be there with her, have more time with her. The possessiveness

golfer walked toward him. “you must be the detective,” Liam’s voice echoed loudly before the man approached.

and wore black suit pants and white shirt, leaving it open slightly down the chest, in an attempt to apply himself as a deceptor. Unfortunately, his ego

gave a nod, It made him look like a pretentious bastard, but what was he to do? No, he wasn’t wearing gloves for anyone. They would know instantly that

rise, making him a minimum of a hundred times more

enough for one not to

Ian.”

deceptor dropped his hand, and Liam didn’t have time to talk much. Casually he looked at his watch, it was a few after six, then he looked behind him, but the men in the police outfits were talking outside, oblivious to the detective

Jullie who had made herself scarce moving toward the bedroom. She hated deceptors and tried to refrain heavily from any contact with them unless necessary. Which suited him just perfect because he liked

recollection of what Liam was doing, no clue that he was reading the man’s mind. His

was completely satisfied with what all the detectives now concluded in their minds about the crime scene- it was a fight, and the

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