Don't Steal From Demigods Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Search

Lex couldn’t sleep. He knew that the constable and the investigators would do everything they could to find Frisky for him, and he knew that he really did need to rest but he couldn’t. His wife wasn’t there. She was off god knows where. He didn’t know where she was taken, who took her, or why.

He got up and paces around the house.  It had been two days since his wife got grabbed and he hadn’t heard much about anything yet. Sure, they found WHERE she was attacked and which direction they initially dragged her off in. But they change route a lot. and apparently changed transport to a carriage too. Following the trail once the carriage had rejoined main roads had been impossible. No out of place ruts or broken twigs there. just a road travelled by who knows how many other carriages. Tracking them now had become a matter of asking around and hoping someone saw.

As much as Lex hated how long this was taking he had to admit the constable was making progress. probably more than he did somehow finding leads form almost nothing to keep the search going.

“Maybe they found something today” he thought to himself grabbing his coat and heading into town.

It was still early when he got to the law offices. The constable didn’t seem to be in but the slave girl he called his ‘assistant’ was. He walked in and she jumped a little.

“OH my” Lynn said turning to him, “oh hello Sir, Sorry my boss isn’t back yet. and we aren’t technically open”

“I know” Lex said, “but is it ok if I sit and wait. I just. I just can’t be at home alone right now”

“Well I suppose. Have a seat. I’ll get some tea.” The cat walks off to get a kettle on. She wasn’t wearing her usual slightly to big suit this time, rather a nightgown that fit her much more closely. Given her state of dress it was clear that she actually had a pretty nice curvy body, and the fact that she was here in a nightgown probably meant that she slept in the office itself rather than at the constable’s house. 

Lex’s opinion of the constable went up a notch. Lex never would have tolerated the man if he was being cruel towards his slave, but he always thought that Lynn doubled as a sex slave for the constable as well as his ‘assistant’. Perhaps though she really was just an assistant. Or at the very least the constable’s wife didn’t want her husband bringing Lynn into their house. One of the two.

He sipped his tea with the girl for a few minutes wondering if it was even possible to ask about such an awkward subject when the door burst open and a clearly annoyed constable came in.

“Any news? Whats wrong” Lex said, jumping up to rush over to him.

“good and bad.” the constable replied, “where pretty sure we know what DISTRICT she ended up in but we can’t get closer than that”

“Why the HELL not?” Lex was clearly riled up already

“Because we don’t have jurisdiction. Because we need to work with local authorities to operate outside our area of control, most are cooperative. . . .”

“And these one’s aren’t” Lex finished for him.

“That’s about right. They… they have a reputation for corruption out there. They aren’t being cooperative and we can’t do any more without that”

“BULLSHIT” Lex burst out, “I’m going to crack some skulls. Just tell me where!”

“Lex please calm down. I don’t need you doing anything rash”

“She’s my WIFE. If something happened to yours would you want to wait and see?”

The constable let out a long, exasperated sigh at that, “I suppose I can’t stop you huh? Very well. Lynn!”

“Yes Master?” the Cat springs to her feet and stands at attention.

“Get some pants on, then get him a mount ready.”

“Yes Master.” She scoots off and not 10 minutes later you are riding out of town on a horse, a feral one of course, heading off do a more, hands on, investigation.

The horse was much quicker than running, maybe not faster than Lex’s feral form but certainly more stamina. It could run all day and Lex made sure to push it hard. It was barely around noon when he crossed the border to the district he knew he’d find his wife in. Slowing the horse to a trot he found a nice place to tie it up and left it to a well-deserved rest while he continued on foot.

The city in question was denser than the small-town Lex was from, but also dirtier and all around has a feeling of not being particularly nice. It seemed to alternate quickly between well-kept affluent areas and slums. The wealthy areas had plenty of both the rich and their slaves. One thing that caught his attention was the state of the dress of the slaves was generally much skimpier than he was used to. The slaves in his home town looked mostly like everyone else save the collars but here they seemed to be more on display. Low cut tops and exposed midriffs abound and even a few were walked around completely nude save their collar and leash.

Lex growled as he saw a teenaged fox girl walking behind her master with not a stitch on her. Bare exposed breasts fully visibly and bouncing about as she tried to keep up with her owner. Lex wanted nothing more than to kick the master’s ass and wrap the unhappy looking girl up in his cloak but he wasn’t here for that. He wouldn’t find any info about his wife if he didn’t’ play nice at least for a little while. So, he tore his eyes away from the slaves, tried to make himself look aloof and proper. He was reasonably well dressed, which might help him fit in. Then he stepped out with a polite grin to see if he could make some disreputable friends.