It has been two days since our case had been “stolen” from us, in the words of my partner. I had been around long enough to realize that there was some political game being played. What that game was and how we would fit into the greater puzzle still eluded me. For now that didn’t concern me.
After Lauren told me about the Shaw’s suspicious meeting, I decided to check it out for myself. I spent all of the day hanging out in and outside the store. If Shaw’s exchange brought suspicion from my partner, I would have easily gotten arrested.
For most part the day was a was wash. I was soaking wet from all the rain in the beginning of the day and reeked of prunes, not a pleasant combination. Niether Shaw nor Morg had shown up all day and it was clear that they were not going to return today. After such a long day I was craving a nice whiskey, thankfully I had left Jeff at home.
I ventured a couple of blocks and made my way into an ally, far enough from the office that I wouldn’t be recognized. The sweet smell of alcohol overpowered my wet prune self. I pulled up to the bar and threw enough money on the table for a full glass of whiskey. The bartender grunted and handed me the glass. Continue reading «Chapter Four: Lander May»
The next couple morning hours pass by quickly because I am so focused. Even now I can’t take my eyes away from the files. I look for anything to do with “green lights” or “cult circles” – anything related to what we saw that day in the forest. I sigh and prepare to take a short break, but the last file I look at has something interesting written in it that catches my eye.
Lander May. Specifically, it is a report given to the police by him stating he witnessed suspicious, possibly criminal activity and was victim of a very criminal attack. His statement mentions he encountered a cult circle, barely making it out alive once they discovered he was snooping. Unfortunately, there is no mention of magic written anywhere. But then I do a double-take at the date of the case. 150 years ago!? Holy – just how old is this guy!? Continue reading «Chapter Three: Rita Lauren»
As Gregums scurries out of the small clinic Venkat Darkrider tries to
focus through the shooting pain of poison. He enters his “Mindkeep” to
shield his consciousness from the poison”s ruthless nerve-venom. All
at once the room becomes still, as if in the dead of night. He can
hear the town at work, but the footsteps grow increasingly further
away. Then, he enters his memories.
The lasso. It looked like just a flash from rafters. But thanks to his
incredible focus, Darkrider discerns that it is covered in the most foul
poison ever concocted: made from a rare jellyfish called the “Gasper”,
this poison melts away your heart until you drop dead three days
later. The worst part is that, aside from the initial shock, the poison
leaves not a trace until it kills you. That”s why the mixture is perfect
for assassins. Continue reading «Chapter 5: Echoes in the Dark»