“Can I bolt it to the shelf?”
“You sure can.”
“Excellent. Gather up the Flamerunner and the derringer, and I’ll get you the right colors of derringer out and get you a new Flamerunner. I’ll have you out of here within an hour, so just be a little patient while we get all the paperwork sorted.”
* * *
Monday, April 27, 2167
The Pearl Ward
Dragon Heights, Wyoming
As Alastair couldn’t handle the thought of me heading off without my new yellow derringer being loaded with something, he gave me two rounds similar to the blanks used in the range. However, instead of exploding into a cloud of color, the rounds would expel the magical equivalent of pepper spray. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have used my cleavage to store a gun, but Alastair had special holsters designed for use with women of the appropriate bust size.
In a mix of horror and glee, I stashed the little gun between my breasts, and the holster was designed to prevent accidental misfire. I’d have to knock off the sleeve, turn off the safety, and then fire, but if I needed to access the weapon, I could.
The holster could also be converted to be worn just about anywhere I wanted, with the sleeve helping to prevent accidental misfire.
I loved the safety precautions, and after I had my ammunition locker installed, I’d be buying an entire box of the pepper spray bullets for self-defense purposes.
On my way out the door, my phone pinged, and I discovered a text from my mother. Upon reading her request for an update, I decided to give her a call rather than try to tap out a long message. I picked a nearby bench, placed the duffel bag I’d borrowed from Alastair between my feet, and dialed her number.
“Everything okay?” my mother asked.
“Erik took me to a gun shop and set me loose without adult supervision.”
My mother snorted. “How much did you spend?”
“The one gun was nine thousand on its own. I was able to afford it all, but I may need help figuring out how to transfer money out of my other account.”
“You’re registered with the bank. Just transfer from bank to bank.”
I sighed.
“You have no idea how to do that, do you?”
“Cedrick had to help me set up mobile banking, Mom. I’m a dunce with this. It’s a miracle I figured out how to use my tablet, laptop, and camera. I’m not ashamed to admit I might need some help with this. I spent more than I’m comfortable with, especially after buying Garnet so many stones. How are my children doing?”
“Your children are taking a nap. Your father is carrying them, and he’s happy to be serving as their mule. We have found you a table and some other things to help make your apartment more of a home. We’re having an alarm system installed. Also, I have decided that we’re sprucing up your entire street. The level of poverty there is unacceptable.”
“Are you where others can hear you?” I asked.
“Not particularly. And if they do, would anyone believe we might actually have a child?”
“Considering a random dragon identified I am an ex-cop from Miami today and that I have to be Erik’s woman, I’m willing to believe anything.”
“Ah. Who caught you?”
“Alastair Duman. I think he runs the gun shop.”
“I know of him. He’s a good sort, so don’t worry even if he does recognize that you’re a beautiful version of your father. It’ll be fine. Tell me what you bought.”
“He sold me a pair of derringers, one with a yellow grip for me, one with a purple grip for Erik. Erik’s is in Alastair’s possession, and he’s going to give Erik a hard time about leaving his derringer around.”
My mother laughed. “Good. What ammo do you have in it?”
“Pepper spray. I don’t have a locker or safe yet. Those are getting installed tomorrow.”