Not so great first impressions...
Gelan stared at Krijero, his brows drawing together as he
regarded the Imdiko. Wynhod wonder if
his partner had been as caught off guard by the good looks of the red-hot mess
of a man in front of them.
Sounding bemused, Gelan answered, “You’re the psych working
my case. Delir.”
The one eye not covered by hair widened, and a delighted
smile appeared. “Oh, yeah. What a great case that one is. No witnesses, no real evidence. Pure brain candy,” Krijero enthused.
Wynhod felt Gelan stiffen next to him. The Dramok’s arms crossed over his
chest. His voice low with anger, Gelan
said, “Deadly ‘brain candy’, Imdiko. A
lot of people have been killed, including my former partner.”
“Yeah, that was awful.
Sorry about that.”
Krijero’s tone sounded flippant, and he seemed to realize it
right away. His face reddened, and he
stammered, “Oh, that didn’t come out right at all. I really am sorry about your partner. The Delir shit is completely bad news.”
A laugh sounded behind Wynhod. He and a now fuming Gelan turned to the man
who’d made the bet with Krijero, the one identified as Jomik. He smiled indulgently at the Imdiko.
“Krijero, shut it down before these two kick your ass.” With the voice of diplomacy, Jomik told them,
“Don’t mind him, Investigator, Enforcer.
He doesn’t mean any harm. Krijero
is as smart as they come, but the stupidest things come out of his mouth. He’s got the tact of a hungry zibger.”
Wynhod looked at the Imdiko again to see Krijero scowl at
Jomik. “Don’t make excuses for me."
With an embarrassed grimace, he told Gelan,
“I sincerely apologize. Now let’s talk
about your case.”
Gelan raised an eyebrow at the swift shift from apology to
business. Wynhod felt every bit as flummoxed by the behavior of this odd
Imdiko.
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