Fangs a Million: A Circus of Unusual Creatures Mystery: The Circus of Unusual Creatures, #3
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IT'S NOT EVERY DAY YOU MEET AN AMATEUR SLEUTH WITH FANGS.
* "…a charming tale of dragons, deception, and dastardly deeds, and I loved every minute of it."
* "…an excellent read…[a] hilarious series"
* "Once I started reading it, I couldn't put it down…it was that good!"
* "Light and fanciful with a darn good mystery woven in. What fun!"
If you like fantastical mysteries that mix in laughs with murderous mayhem and mythical beasts, you'll love the Circus of Unusual Creatures Mysteries.
HEY EVERYONE, CORDELIA HERE.
Duncan (aka "Deadliest Dragon in the West") has finally finished typing up the third sleuthing adventure he got us tangled up in. It's the one that involves booze smuggling, dragon matchmaking, too much lemonade, and a unicorn having a very bad hair day.
I'm not sure about Duncan calling it a "masterpiece of mystery," but trust me, it's a good one. Especially when that unicorn has a wardrobe malfunction and Duncan becomes a victim of his own matchmaking.
Of course, things aren't all fun and games at Zin's Circus of Unusual Creatures. We've got some pesky trainees driving us all batty, a police raid that threatens to shut the show down permanently, and, yes, a couple of confounding murders to solve.
Now, while I go see what Pepper's cooking up in the Cantina, why not make a dragon's day by grabbing your own copy of Fangs a Million?
And if you haven't started The Circus of Unusual Creatures series yet, I'm pretty sure you'll love, not only this tale, but also Duncan's first two books: Hoard It All Before and Tipping the Scales.
Note: While The Circus of Unusual Creatures Mysteries can be read on their own, you'll get much more enjoyment out of the stories and the characters if you read the books in order...
1. Hoard It All Before
2. Tipping the Scales
3. Fangs A Million
Tammie Painter
Short Version: I turn wickedly strong tea into historical fantasy fiction in which the gods, heroes, and myths of Ancient Greece come to life as you've never seen them before. When I'm not creating worlds or killing off characters, I wrangle honeybees to add a little adventure into my non-writing life. Long Version: Tammie Painter grew up in the creative world of Portland, Oregon, and she continues to call the City of Roses home. Although she spent years working as a chemist in a behavioral neuroscience research lab, she could never quite tame her passion for writing. Tammie has a knack for delving into and bringing life to history and mythology in her novels. Her fascination for myths, history, and how they interweave inspired the Osteria Chronicles series. The current titles in the six-book series include *The Trials of Hercules *The Voyage *The Maze *The Bonds of Osteria (coming soon) When she isn't (but probably should be) writing, Tammie can be found digging in her garden, planning her next travel adventure, creating art, or persuading her hive of backyard bees to share some of their honey with her. Find out more about Tammie on her website at TammiePainter.com
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Fangs a Million - Tammie Painter
PROLOGUE - THE PIXIE BEAUTY SQUAD
"WHAT have you been doing to these things?" the pixie said as she scrutinized my claws.
Walking, performing, fighting crime,
I replied.
A skeptical snort came from the haircut station behind me.
I’d hardly classify stumbling into the solutions of a couple murders as ‘fighting crime’,
said Cordelia, who was probably in a bad mood because her pixie beautician had doubts as to what he could do with her mop of auburn hair. Needing to start somewhere, he’d decided to wash it and was still horrified at how much dirt now stained his formerly pristine wash basin.
It was more than a couple,
I said as the pixie manicurist began filing away the worst of my raggedy claws.
Quite right, Duncan, and I do appreciate it,
said Prince Swan, whose ears were being evaluated for a future re-tipping — the original elfish tips having been surgically removed when he was a child. As does Ella.
Ella Penn being the love of his life, mother of his future child, and the recent victim of a murder. From which she recovered nicely.
The three pixies passed one another a glance, their eyebrows arched in that catty way pixies do.
Out with it,
Cordelia said as her hairdresser passed another disheartened look at his basin before picking up his scissors.
Well, we heard Ella left you,
my pixie said to Prince. Maybe she doesn’t believe you’re so innocent after all.
Ella knows I’m innocent. She’s only gone home for a while.
The pixies’ eyebrows arched even more. If this cynicism went any further, their eyebrows were going to end up on top of their heads. Prince sighed impatiently. It’s a veela tradition that they return home for special training and a good rest before they give birth.
Mmm hmmm,
intoned Prince’s pixie. You do know that special training and bit of rest normally only happens in their final months, don’t you?
"You know, maybe you should try coming back from the dead while also growing a baby inside yourself, and see how that leaves you feeling, Cordelia snapped.
I’d bet you’d find it really takes it out of a person."
Prince nodded appreciatively to Cordelia, and her cheeks flamed as red as her hair. The Pixie Beauty Squad caravan went quiet except for the swish swish swish of the file dancing over my claws.
My pixie finally broke the silence when, after I’d soaked my claws in a dish of rose-scented oil, she whispered, Speaking of fighting crime, you’ve heard the Ogre Boys are back in the area?
The Ogre Boys? I didn’t know they were gone. Or that they existed.
Oh sure, they’re some of the most powerful thugs in the Northwest. Practically every backwards dealing in the region can be traced to them. Dirty dust feathers, what am I saying?
she said with a chuckle. If the dollar amount is tempting enough, you’ll find Harry Ogre’s fingers in half of the upfront dealings as well.
So… they’re bankers?
The pixie gave me a very Cordelia-like look of exasperation.
Yeah, bankers who, if you don’t make a deposit into your account on time, will seal you permanently in a vault.
A vault of treasure?
I asked excitedly, because, as a dragon, being locked in a vault filled with gold and jewels and precious metals sounded like a perfectly relaxing way to spend a weekend.
What? No. Like a sealed vault that’s been encased in cement and sunk to the bottom of the Pacific.
Shaking her head, she held up two bottles of varnish. One was deep purple and labeled Dragon Doom. The other, named Serpentine Sparkle, was clear with glittery bits inside. This one or this one?
Doom on the hands and Sparkle on the feet?
I suggested.
Hardly. Doom for the base, then a quick layer of Sparkle, obviously,
the pixie said, as I knew she would. Pixies don’t really like customer input, they merely ask your opinion to make you feel silly. As she began applying a coat of Dragon Doom to my claws, she continued, Anyway, the Ogre Boys control a good portion of the illegal activities in the region, and if anyone crosses them, well, let’s just say you won’t see that person again.
Because they become invisible?
Duncan, can you seriously be that obtuse?
asked Cordelia, who was now wielding the hairdresser’s scissors. She’d already chopped away a few chunks from the ends of her hair and had another thick section in hand, while her pixie scrubbed at his basin. And judging by his sniffling, he may have been crying as he did so. The Ogre Boys will kill anyone who gets in their way—
snip — screws up their operations—
snip —or rats them out to the authorities.
And with one final snip, she turned her head one way then the other to check herself in the mirror. She gave a satisfied nod and slapped the shears onto the pixie’s workstation.
Ah, so they’re rat shifters,
I said. In my defense, the fumes from the Doom varnish in the tight confines of the caravan were leaving me a little loopy.
Do you put up with this every day?
the manicurist pixie asked my handler.
Every day, afternoon, and night.
That would explain your anger issues. If you want to book a spa day with us, I’d be more than willing to give you half off the price.
She swept a final coat of Serpentine Sparkle over my claws, then told me, You’ll have to let that dry for at least an hour.
An hour? But Pepper stops serving in twenty minutes,
I said, distressed at the thought of missing out on the grilled asparagus omelet she’d had on today’s menu board.
Sparkle doesn’t have the fast-drying stuff in it like Doom does. An hour, or the whole job will be ruined,
she said, her hard stare daring me to go against her.
This is sabotage, you know.
I don’t think there’s such a thing as omelet sabotage,
Prince noted.
Cruelty to animals?
I don’t think missing a meal because your nails had to dry counts as animal abuse,
said Cordelia.
Clearly, we have different definitions of what constitutes abuse,
I said as my belly rumbled with hunger and my head swam with varnish fumes.
1 - A SATYR-ICAL ANNOUNCEMENT
AS soon as the pixies released me from my dizzying confinement, I made a dash to the Cantina. And yes, my steps did feel lighter with my toe claws trimmed and tidied. But that feeling of lightness crashed to the ground like a drunken pegasus when I saw Pepper’s sign was turned to the closed side. Dozens of troupe members were pushing away empty plates, patting satisfied bellies, or getting up from their tables.
My wings sagged, but I had little time for moping as several people jostled past me.
Come on, Duncan,
said Cordelia, who had escaped the pixies in time for dinner. Some of which she still wore on her shirt. Zin’s got some news for us.
There were too many other humans around for me to ask what kind of news, so I joined the river of people to the Tent, where Zin, owner of Zinzendorf’s Circus of Unusual Creatures, stood in the center ring. His horns glinted with a fresh polish. Even the fur on his haunches looked recently brushed, and I wondered how many tangles and burrs the Pixie Beauty Squad had had to fight through.
It’s not Opening Day Eve,
said Boris. The diminutive leader of the brownies was dressed in his usual crisp, white, button-down shirt and carrying a clipboard that held the roster of teams and nightly tasks for his cleaning crew. Why’s he making a speech?
Don’t know, but he doesn’t look happy about it,
said Cordelia as we found a place off to the side to watch.
Zin’s not exactly known for his giddy smiles,
I said, placing Boris on my shoulder so he could see better. Unless ticket sales have tripled expectations, that is.
First,
Zin began once most everyone had taken a seat, I want to say that the last run was fantastic.
Our last run having been on the other side of the Cascade Mountain Range in the high desert town of Sisters. A run that had indeed gone well. Dull even.
CORDELIA: Dull? Why? Because no one died?
DUNCAN: I suppose my definition of excitement has changed after recent events.
As you know,
Zin continued, Eugene was not our next scheduled show after Sisters, but plans have changed and I thank you for being so flexible.
The change of plans had actually worked out perfectly for me. The Pixie Beauty Squad wasn’t going to be anywhere near where we were originally scheduled to perform, and I couldn’t have withstood another minute of my tattered claws. You might have also noticed that, although the barrier is fully in place,
he said meaningfully, we’re closer than usual to our neighboring show.
A fact that was hard to miss. Normally, traveling circuses are kept at least three miles apart to avoid competing too strongly for audiences. But for this run, set up close enough to us that we shared a barrier on one side, was Swan’s Spectacular, now managed by Prince Swan. I’d always thought Zin’s Tent was big — one of the largest I’ve performed in, anyway — but having Swan’s gargantuan big top next door was like placing a whale next to an anchovy.
Prince Swan is new to running a circus,
Zin continued, and he and his troupe need mentoring. I’ve agreed that we will take on that mentoring.
This raised many grumbles from the crowd. Zin had to know we didn’t like working with others. It’s not that we’re rude (well, except for the noises Benny’s digestive system makes); it’s just that we had our own ways of doing things and didn’t like having to explain those ways to others. Also, truth be told, most of us thought the Swan’s show was a bit pretentious. Who needs an artistically acrobatic interpretation of some old fable when you could have a mini-centaur square dancing on the back of a dragon? I mean, really? Which would you prefer?
We’re not doing any of that froufrou dance stuff,
Blaise complained. Prancing, high kicks, quick turns, that’s our specialty. None of that weird arm waving and silly posturing.
So said the centaur who flourished his headdress with more gusto than any of the others.
Yeah, and we’re not putting on those skintight body suits their clowns wear,
insisted Darius, head of the Dumble Dwarf Clown Show.
Even though the Dumbles’ routine was physically rigorous and they kept themselves in top shape for it, I had to agree with Darius. Because, trust me, you do not want to see Dumble bits being squeezed into body-hugging clothing.
The troupe’s protests grew louder. Zin had lost his audience, but Conrad, our lead centaur, marched up behind him and shouted, Silence!
The noise immediately hushed. If you’d listen to Zin, maybe you’d realize you’re overreacting to all of this.
Zin, not looking very pleased that it took Conrad to get respect from his own employees, cleared his throat before saying, Thank you, Conrad. I was only letting them voice their concerns. And now that I’ve heard those concerns, I can tell you they are indeed unfounded.
Gossipy whispers frolicked across the crowd.
"We are not going to be training ourselves to do the Swan’s acts. They are going to observe us. They are going to learn from us. We are going to be teaching them how a show is done. After all, we’ve got the best show in the region, don’t we?"
Cheers rumbled across the stands, and I secretly hoped the vibrations might travel through the ground and rattle Pepper’s kitchen door open. Zin made downward motions with his palms held flat, and the everyone quieted. Zin smirked at Conrad.
Now, I want you to welcome them. Some of you will be pairing up with members of their troupe to show them the ropes, to give them tips on how to not be so pretentious, and how to put on a great show. Not as great as ours, but you know, as good as they can manage.
Aren’t they going to get in our way?
asked Darius Dumble. I mean, we’re not as fancy as them, but we do have some risky acts and games. I’d really hate for anything to happen to anyone,
he added insincerely. This earned him a few wicked giggles.
They will only be observing. They do not have to join in on your acts if you feel they aren’t qualified. If they try to barge in and take part in your act or run any equipment when you’ve told them not to, Prince knows that his entire troupe will be asked not to return. Will that do?
Darius and several other crew leaders nodded.
Good. As for the second announcement, Florian, would you like to step forward?
Florian Flynn zigzagged down through the seating until he reached Zin’s side. Curious looks were exchanged by the troupe, but I figured it was just him announcing yet another death-defying feat being added to the Flying Flynns’ high-wire act. Zin and Florian whispered and gestured to each other, as if arguing over who should do the talking. Finally, Florian shook his head and stepped forward.
I’m retiring.
Which was apparently a cue for the troupe to begin murmuring speculatively. Zin shouted for everyone to hush. My eyesight isn’t what it used to be. Which means I’m not the best choice to lead a high-flying trapeze act any longer. I will be staying on to tend to less risky chores, though, so don’t think you’re getting rid of me to some old elves’ home, or anything.
Cue polite chuckles. I’ve already spoken to a few of you about this, but I’ve chosen Finnegan to take over my duties. He’s been my second-in-command for several months now and has more than proven he’s ready for this responsibility. Finnegan, why don’t you come down and say a few words?
Finnegan, who was standing just a few feet ahead of me, had been studying a racing sheet for that week’s pegasus races. At the sound of his name, his head jerked up and he tucked the sheet under his arm before stepping forward to join Florian.
I really don’t have anything to say, just, well, thanks for the promotion. And the bigger caravan.
This brought about more chuckling. The lead Flynn always got the largest of their caravans. If they hadn’t already, Florian and Finnegan would soon swap homes. This not only was a symbolic transfer of power, but since the leader’s caravan served as office and storage facility, also saved them having to lug all the files of paperwork and boxes of extra equipment and costumes between caravans.
Don’t get too excited about the caravan. Its back window tends to stick,
Florian said to a few titters. Then, more seriously, he added, After all you did recently to get our equipment fixed, after basically saving the act from shutting down, you more than deserve this promotion.
Finnegan grinned, clearly uncomfortable at the warm praise.
The pair enjoyed many rounds of congratulations until Zin finally resumed his place in the spotlight. Seeing the depth of the furrow in his brow, the cheery mood, the happy smiles, the vibrant atmosphere vanished. Zin often has that effect on us, but this time it seemed especially unwelcome.
Zin took a deep breath. Off to the side, Flora — standing next to her husband Conrad — silently counted down from three as Zin exhaled. She then looked pleased that Zin had embraced her calming-breath technique.
As you know, the fine people of our government,
Zin began derisively, have recently decided that alcohol is now an illegal substance.
Unfortunately, I did know. All alcohol, including beer — as if that’s really alcoholic — had been banned. The news had come at the end of our run in Sisters. So, as we’d packed up the show, we’d all been ordered to get rid of our stashes.
And let’s just say the morning following the announcement of the booze ban was a painful one. Apparently, four jugs of wine should not be mixed with whisky. Or oat beer. Or… well, you get the idea.
I want to remind you,
Zin said, and for some reason looked right at me when he did so, with the law in full effect as of this week, if any alcohol is found on the grounds of my show, I am at risk of losing my license to operate. Any remaining bottles of beer, wine, or booze that happen to have been overlooked, get rid of them tonight, or you will be immediately removed from this troupe.
A heavy silence hung over the crowd. Zin was always threatening to fire us or stick us on permanent latrine duty, but something in his tone, in the set of his horns, made it clear he wasn’t making empty threats. He would withstand nothing that put his circus in jeopardy. Anyway, that’s all I have to say for now. The run officially begins in two days. Enjoy your evening, try to get along with Prince’s troupe, and if we could work at having another Opening Day without any murders, I’d really appreciate it.
This brought a round of laughter, some of it truly amused, some of it nervous.
And we did comply with Zin. We enjoyed our evening. We invited the Swan troupe into our ranks. And we didn’t have any murders on Opening Day. In fact, no one turned up dead until the second day of the run.
CORDELIA: Don’t you think that gives away a bit too much too soon?
DUNCAN: Well, they are reading a mystery story. I’d imagine they’d expect a murder in here somewhere.
CORDELIA: You could tell about when Boris’s Handbook was stolen, or perhaps that time with the kidnapping of—
DUNCAN: Yes, Cordelia, please, go on and tell them the plots of all the other books I have planned. Then we could just squeeze everything into the next couple hundred pages and be done with it.
CORDELIA: I’m just saying, maybe there’s been a few too many murders all in a row.
DUNCAN: Well, the circus life is a dangerous one. Besides, this one doesn’t just have murder. It’s got all sorts of other crimes. That should make you happy, right?
CORDELIA: No, Duncan. No, it doesn’t. Not at all.
2 - SHERMAN'S SHINE-O-RAMA
WHAT do you think?
asked Fergus.
Cordelia, Flora, and I had been enjoying a quiet breakfast when he’d come up to our table at a sprightly trot then pranced a figure eight before us. It was only then I realized I hadn’t seen him at Zin’s big speech the night before.
It’s very...
Flora began, trailing off when she could find no karma-approved way of describing what Fergus had done to his coat.
Shiny,
said Cordelia, despite the mouthful of pecan scone she’d just taken. You better watch out. Duncan might want to add you to his hoard.
Someone tried to add a unicorn to their hoard once,
I said. In response to their quizzical looks, I added, The horns are more valuable than diamonds. But it didn’t turn out well.
At this point, Fergus was busy swishing his horn back and forth as if conducting a concerto. Still, I spoke in an undertone to be sure he couldn’t hear me. The dragon involved stashed his prize in a cave. Then sort of forgot that unicorns need to be fed to survive.
Okay,
Cordelia said, one, that is a disturbing tale. Two, we need to work on your sarcasm detector, because I was only joking.
It might be easier to detect your sarcasm if I wasn’t trying to find it through half-chewed pastries.
Cordelia shrugged and took another bite as Fergus, his head held high, pranced in three tight circles, giving a snappy flick of his hooves after each rotation.
What exactly have you done to yourself, Fergus?
I asked, because he was indeed shiny. One of my owners once bought himself a new, cherry red Packard Roadster that I swear he waxed and buffed three times a day. That car would have looked as dull as a dirty tea towel compared to Fergus’s current sheen.
It’s the newest craze in coat care. Sherman’s Shine-O-Rama. Guaranteed to add a gleam she can’t resist. I got a bottle when Sherman passed through with the Pixie Beauty Squad.
Fergus turned again. I squinted at the light reflecting off his fur. When the morning sun glinted off his hooves, I was nearly blinded.
She won’t be able to refuse because you’ll have stunned her,
said Cordelia, shielding her eyes with her hand.
Exactly,
Fergus said proudly. It is stunning, isn’t it?
No, I meant literally stunned. As in, unable to think because you’ve burnt out her retinas.
Fergus twisted his head to look back at his left flank, then his right. A look of doubt chiseled away some of his cheery confidence.
Yeah, Helga — she helped me apply the stuff — kept trying to tell me three coats of it might be a bit much.
He then twitched his head to drop the cigarette behind his ear into his mouth.
But who is this ‘she’ you’re hoping to stun, Fergus?
Flora asked. Whoever she is, you must keep in mind that looks shouldn’t matter. Your personality is shiny enough to dazzle anyone who truly cares.
Anyone got a light?
asked Fergus, in a clear attempt to avoid answering Flora’s question.
You better go shower before you light anything,
Cordelia said. That stuff could be flammable.
Although,
I teased, Flaming Unicorn could be just the act Zin’s been looking for to boost ticket sales.
Seeming more than a little put out by our lack of enthusiasm over his new look, Fergus headed toward the shower stalls, his head and tail drooping as he went.
What was all that about?
asked Flora.
I think he’s trying to find a way to impress the Kailin,
I said as Conrad, carrying a plate of greens, joined us. I looked at his food and felt sorry for him. I mean, greens? For breakfast? What a terrible way to start the day.
But she’s already said yes to a date with him, hasn’t she?
asked Conrad. And indeed she had. After a stellar performance as the newest member of my act, Fergus had been on such a high, he’d cantered up to the Kailin — one of the most illustrious and well-respected unicorns in the region — and asked her on a date.
Even more shockingly, she’d not only accepted, but had recently sent word to schedule their date for the evening of this run’s Opening Day. Fergus had been in a panic over the upcoming event ever since.
She did accept,
I said, but he’s still worried she might back out, or ‘forget’ about having accepted.
Well, that new look of his will certainly make him hard to forget,
said Flora.
After finishing the bite of leafy stuff he’d just taken, Conrad asked, So, what do you think about this whole mentor thing?
Well, let’s just say I’m glad Duncan and I haven’t been saddled with any trainees,
said Cordelia.
Oh, that’s right,
Flora beamed. You’re on a special assignment for Prince.
My wings fluttered involuntarily at the mere mention of our project. Due to my previous bad behavior, Zin has to follow strict rules and regulations as part of owning me. One of these rules says I’m supposed to stay behind the magical, dragon-proof barrier Zin throws up around his show.
However, because Zin and Prince each had separate entry gates to their grounds, this special assignment meant I would regularly get to leave the confines of Zin’s to walk next door to Swan’s Spectacular. I was fully aware this trip between gateways was only a five-minute stroll, but it almost gave me the sense of being a free dragon with unclipped wings. Almost.
What are you doing over there, again?
Conrad asked, then took a large bite of his oat grass salad.
Convincing dragons to breed,
Cordelia replied.
I do adore the idea of dragon babies,
said Flora, "but ‘convincing’ the parents