Page 11 of Kingston (Savage Dragons #2)

Tank looked over the family tree again and couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Their last name was Savage, but he never in a million years thought that they’d be related to the Savages that had been around for thousands of years.

He asked his brother Ace to look at it so that he could see the same thing that his brother was seeing.

“What am I looking at?” He explained to him about the DNA tests they’d done in order to be qualified for their Private Investigators Licenses.

He didn’t think that every city or state wanted the tests to be done.

It was just his town that decided that they wanted DNA tests done on everyone who applied for city funding or city help with their job—such as police, detectives, and fire departments—to be done.

“So you matched up our names with the dragon Savages and came up with a hit. How close are we to being related to them? I don’t understand what this means. ”

“We’re cousins.” He’d never thought that they’d be related simply because they weren’t dragons.

They’d been born from an egg, but since their mother was human and their father only half dragon, they were just, as Ace called them, souped-up people with a shit ton of magic.

And they did seem to have a great deal of it when it came to needing to use it.

“We’re related to them by our father being their cousin.

Not close cousins, but it doesn’t matter; we’re related to them. Isn’t that cool?”

“Not to be a bastard about this, but what does that have to do with anything? It’s doubtful that they’d care if we were related to them or not.

” Tank asked his brother why he thought that.

“Because dear brother, they’ve been around for thousands of years, and we’ve been around for about fifty.

Not even that, if you don’t count the time since we were hatchlings.

Is that what we’re called, even though we weren’t born dragons? ”

“I have no idea. But we did hatch, so I’m thinking that calling us hatchlings is the way to go.

” Tank looked over the family tree again and smiled.

“I wonder what they’d say if we were to go up to them and tell them who we are.

I’ve heard that some of the family members are real bastards and bitches.

They’d probably want us to go away, never to return. ”

“All good reasons not to find them and tell them.” Tank looked at Ace, and he shook his head. “No. Please tell me that you didn’t contact them already without talking it over with me first. Please tell me that you didn’t just open up a can of worms that we have no way to put back.”

“You’re funny when you’re upset. But no, I didn’t contact them.

The DNA group does that for you. When someone is related to you they let them know that they can contact them for any reason they want.

So no, I didn’t do that, but it was done.

Or is going to be done, I’m not sure how that works actually.

” Ace asked what they were supposed to do if they contacted them.

“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do other than to be polite and answer them back.

For all we know, the rumors about them aren’t true, and they’re the nicest people that we’d ever want to meet. ”

“Doubtful, and I believe you know that. We’ve been hearing about the Savages all our lives and know the stories like they’re our own.

Remember the stories about Helen and Mercury?

She thought the world revolved around them?

” Tank knew that to be right, but didn’t agree with his brother.

“There are others, too. Their kids are more than likely the same way. You’ve heard the saying as much as I have, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. ”

“I know what you’re saying, but wouldn’t it be nice to have some family around once in a while?

Especially during the holidays?” The holidays were quite boring if you asked him.

Once the holidays were over, it was as if they’d never been celebrated in their homes.

Even the Christmas tree—if they bothered to put one up, was taken down the day after Christmas and put away until about ten days before it came around again.

“Maybe it won’t be all fun and games with them, but I’d like to know that we tried a little bit to get to know them. ”

“There might not be any reason for us to get worked up about them. They may get the notification and toss it out like you should have done when it came in the mail.” Tank decided that his brother might be right and told him that.

“I’m always right. When are you going to get that in your head, little brother? ”

They laughed, then hugged. They’d only had each other their entire lives.

They’d of course had their parents, but they were neither close as children nor as adults.

As they got older, they realized that their parents had eyes only for each other and not for them.

He supposed they were loved in a fashion, but nothing earthshattering.

Even now, they had very little to do with them unless it was something that they needed from them, and even then, it was as a last-ditch effort to contact them.

Ace was the older of the two of them by ten days.

When they were kids, he used to lord it over him like it was ten years rather than a few days.

As they got older, it didn’t seem to matter much to either of them because they, again, were all they had.

He supposed it was best that they were alone now, as they were pursuing things that their parents wouldn’t approve of.

But they needed money, and that was the only way of getting any was to have a job.

And with their magic, being a PI was the best kind of way to make money.

Tank could trace people that he’d had contact with. A small touch meant that he could find you no matter where you ended up hiding. Be it another country or even hidden deep into the ground in a shelter of some sort. He’d be able to find you. Ace had the bigger magic.

He could trace phone calls, no matter how many times you had it bounce off another server; he could easily hit all of the places you’d set up to block him, and he’d still be able to trace a person.

Even computers were no match for him. Text messages were easier than phone calls, but he would trace them back to the source without any issues.

Bondsmen had been using him to find people who would skip out on their bail for years now, and they loved him for it.

So he decided that being a PI would net them more money and bigger jobs to find people.

Neither of them could find an object through their magic.

He supposed that they hadn’t really tried to make that work for them.

They both often wondered if they would get more magic if they were to meet their mates.

Something that neither of them was opposed to but didn’t think would ever happen.

They weren’t wealthy by any stretch of the imagination; they had magic, but for the most part, it wasn’t very good.

Neither one could drive. They couldn’t afford a car, so why bother with keeping up with a license was their motto.

“We have our first client.” As they went over the notes that Ace had taken from the man, he wasn’t at all surprised to find that the man was human.

Humans didn’t trust one another, and it showed in the way that they worked at their relationships with one another.

Not even married couples were trustful of each other.

Not like mates for shifters anyway. “He believes that his wife is cheating on him, and he wants us to find the truth. I’m going to go to the club where she works and get in contact with her.

It might just be that he’s a jealous type and she’s younger than him, but I doubt it. I’ll go there now.”

While his brother was gone, he set up the file for the case.

They were going to number everything that went with the case the same number, so there wasn’t any confusion as to what was going on.

As soon as his brother came back, they’d start on the case and have it worked up in a few short hours.

It was something that they prided their selves on and that was getting cases closed up quickly.

It seemed to be taking his brother forever to return to the house they rented.

He reached out to him once and was told to stop until he contacted him.

He sounded so serious that he knew something had happened at the club that the woman hung out at when her husband was working.

It was nearly midnight when Ace finally got back to him.

“She’s dead. The woman that I went to see is dead, and her husband killed her.

He hired us, then went to the club to tell her what he’d done and pulled out a knife and slit her throat.

Just like that.” Tank asked what she’d been doing .

“The client said she was sitting on the lap of one of the patrons, but I don’t know about that.

When I got here, she was sitting at the bar alone and doing nothing to attract anyone to her. ”

“Did you tell the police that?” Ace told him that everyone had told them that. “But he killed her anyway. Why did he bother hiring us if all he was going to do was kill her right afterwards?”

“I have an idea he was hoping that we’d find something, but when he went to the club and found her alone, he was so pissed off that he killed her right then and there.

The police are saying that it was premeditated because he brought the knife with him.

” Ace asked him to hang on a moment while he spoke to the police.

“I’ll get back with you at home. I don’t know what happens now. ”