Clink. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Clink. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Clink
Ronne slammed her hands on the desk and shoved her chair back. “Shado! What the hell are you doing?”
Unperturbed by her outburst, Shado picked up a gold coin from his pile of shinies and hopped to a new pile to drop it. “I’m doing like you asked. I’m sorting through my collection. He glanced at the pile of bottle caps, pull tabs, and other trash. With a few hops, he returned to the main pile.
With a frown, she spun her chair around. “Do you have to make so much noise? Why couldn’t you separate the stuff in the same spot?”
“Where’s the fun in that? Once I get the junk separated, then I’ll move what I’m keeping to a new hiding spot.” He returned to the pile and picked up a ring.
Ronne eyed the object he carried. “Hold on, bird. What are you doing with my ring? I thought I lost it on our last assignment.”
Shado stopped, head cocked. “You did, but I spotted it on the floor and retrieved it” He hopped over to his human companion and set the ring at her feet. “Here you go.”
“You should have told me, Shado. A good friend gave this ring before she was killed.” She leaned over and picked it up. “Maybe I should help you go through your pile of treasures.”
The bird hopped back to his pile and spread his wings over it. “That’s all right, I can manage.”
“Hmm. If you have anything else of mine or belonging to Caitlyn, I suggest you set them aside.” She returned to translating the journal.
“If I come across any such items, I will do so,” Shado said. He moved a bracelet and a necklace off to the side.