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Oh, I almost forgot - here's an extract:
“What are we supposed to be looking at?” I asked Kozlov.
“That,” he replied, pointing at something on the floor at the far end of the room. “I want to know if that’s my daughter.”
I walked over, peering as I went. I heard a click as Tulsa switched on her glove. What were we looking at? Those tiny plastic figures on the floor? There were two of them about an inch and a half high. One, a girl, was sat – no, tied – to a chair. The other was sprawled on the floor, their arms and legs twisted as though they’d collapsed unconscious.
I leaned closer. The girl was gagged, her wrists, torso and ankles tied to the tiny chair. The carving, or moulding or whatever it was, was very lifelike – the details were sharp, the colours spot on. Could it be real? Had she been magically shrunk and turned to … plastic or whatever material that was?
The other figure just lay there, face turned to one side. It looked male – maybe teens or early twenties, dressed in a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers.
“Who’s the other figure supposed to be?” I asked.
“Ryan Mullen. My daughter’s boyfriend.”
“And the chair? Is that from this room?”
“It’s from her dressing table.”
I turned to check. One dressing table. No chair. This was either one very elaborate hoax or…
“I’m picking up large traces of magic,” said Tulsa. “From both figures.”
Chris
Resonance (Baen)
Shift (Baen)
Magical Crimes (BVC)
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