Black Magic Shadows
Discord Jones, Volume 5
Gayla Drummond
Published by Katarr Kanticles Press, 2015.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
BLACK MAGIC SHADOWS
First edition. May 17, 2015.
Copyright © 2015 Gayla Drummond.
ISBN: 978-1513050270
Written by Gayla Drummond.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
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ONE
The day after Christmas, and no rest for the vampire-haunted. I resisted the urge to check my hair, uncomfortable with the scrutiny of our new client. Lady Celadine was an elf, a willowy blonde with piercing, grass-green eyes. Beautiful, check. Snooty? I was waiting for evidence. She had yet to respond to my "How may we help you?"
Mr. Whitehaven hadn't sent any information prior to the meeting, which was unusual. Dane had pulled a chair to the left end of my desk. My partner hadn't made his usual offer of coffee or another drink, either.
Finally Lady Celadine sniffed.
"Is there a problem?"
"I thought you'd be more attractive."
Boy, this was going to be fun.
"After all, the Prince seems quite taken with you," she said. "I can't think why."
My new delusion, lounging against the closed door, laughed. Snooty, check. "That makes two of us. Now, how can we help you?"
She frowned. "One of my belongings has been stolen. A mirror."
Okay. I could see the loss of a mirror being a huge issue for her. "Was it stolen from your sidhe?"
"Of course not."
"Arrogant bitch," Merriven murmured, and I had to stop myself from agreeing with him. Agreeing with a delusion had to be one of the steps to complete insanity. I was trying not to go there, since I preferred jackets with normal-length sleeves.
"Where was this mirror stolen from?"
"The museum."
Gah, trying to get information from her was like trying to get blood from a turnip. "Why was your mirror at the museum?"
Lady Celadine lifted her chin and arched her perfect eyebrows. "Why are items typically in museums?"
Guess I'd walked into that one. "To be displayed for public viewing. That doesn't completely answer my question, though. Why was your particular mirror being displayed?"
"It wasn't yet on display."
Oh, good night. "We need information if we're going to find your mirror. What's special about it, that someone would steal it?"
"The museum was planning to display it as part of the Fairy Tales Come to Life collection. The mirror houses a spirit."
"Wait, I know this one: Snow White. Her evil queen stepmother had a magic mirror. Right?"
A faint sneer appeared on her face. "Human fairy tales."
I'd had just about enough of her. "Okay, we'll start working on it, and let you know when we have any progress to report."
Up went her chin again. If someone ever shared the truth with the elves that their noble features deteriorated to ridiculous when they looked down their noses, they'd probably quit doing it. I wasn't about to inform her.
"You're not at all the type of human woman I'd expect Thorandryll to find attractive."
As insults went, that was one I could shrug off. "I've thought the exact same thing." Rising from my chair, I smiled. "Dane will see you out."
Lady Celadine cast a disdainful glance at my partner. "I don't require the assistance of an animal."
Grr. "Bully for you. Bye."
With a series of sniffs, she stood and left, leaving my office door open. Merriven had disappeared before she'd reached it.
"Not liking the new client," I said once she'd left the building.
"That makes two of us." Dane rolled his eyes. "Elves."
"Yeah." I checked the time on my desktop monitor. Nearly noon. "I'm meeting Mom for lunch. What are we doing after?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you're lead on this case."
Dane grinned. "Really?" When I nodded, he said, "Cool. Let's meet at the museum, check things out there. They probably have photos of the mirror, and maybe there's security footage."
"Sounds like a plan. I'll meet you there."
He stood and moved the chair he’d been sitting on back into its usual spot in front of my desk, before saying, "Hey."
"Yeah?" I grabbed my purse and coat. All the snow had melted away, but it was still cold.
"Is everything okay?"
"Hunky dory." I was such a liar, but I didn't want to tell my friends I was worried I was going crazy. Instead, I planned to tell my mom, and see what she thought I should do to find out if I really was.
"Okay. Just wondering. You and Logan were getting cozy, then nothing since Solstice. You haven't even visited us, and we're like, right there. Neighbors."
Guilt sucked. "I know. I've got something I have to take care of. Nothing major." Just possibly losing my mind.
Dane nodded. "You know we'll help, if we can."
How had I gotten so damn lucky in the friends category? "I know. But I have to do this myself."
"Okay. I guess I'll see you at the museum."
"Yep." I left my office ahead of him, nodding to Tabitha on my way out. I was liking our receptionist, who had a penchant for wearing faux, fuzzy animal ears via headbands. Once seated behind the wheel of my 280 ZX, I sighed. Being a psychic kind of sucked a lot at the moment.
"Oh, come now," Merriven said from the passenger seat. "You're young and powerful. The world is yours for the taking, lovely child."
"If I take over the world, will you go the hell away?"
The vampire smiled. "No. I have no plans to ever leave you for long."
Great. I buckled my seatbelt and started my car. Lana Del Ray's "Dark Paradise" softly moaned out of the speakers. I glared at the stereo. "I did not buy that song."
"You did, at my suggestion. It's glorious, and oh so appropriate for us, don't you think?"
"That's it. I'm not speaking to you anymore." My finger trembled as I punched stereo buttons to select a different song. Dad and Betty had given me a computer for Christmas, with a year's worth of Internet service. I'd spent the evening before buying MP3s for the memory stick currently plugged into the stereo's USB port. And I did not remember picking that song. Didn't even remember Merriven appearing in my home office while I was music shopping.
TWO
My mom was just leaving her car when I pulled into the parking lot of the café we'd agreed on. She waved and pointed to the front door, to let me know she'd wait inside.
I waved back and nodded, before finding a parking space.
"Dear, delicious Sunny."
"Shut up, fang face." He hadn't bitten mom while holding her hostage. Crap, I'd talked to him again. "Go away."
I left my car, shivering at a blast of cold wind that sent dust swirling across the parking lot, and went inside. Mom greeted me with a smile and a
hug.
"Hi, Mom." My courage failed. I knew I needed to talk to someone, but maybe she wasn't the best choice after all. Merriven had terrorized her.
"Hello. It feels like a soup day, doesn't it?"
"It does." The gray clouds hiding the sun weren't helping anything, especially my mood. At least the café was brightly lit, and had an abundance of plants for decoration. We picked a table in a corner, where a couple of potted palm trees offered some privacy.
Once seated, she gave me an expectant look. "Out with it, young lady."
"What?"
"You want advice. Right? About what? Maybe Logan? I like him. He's a nice man. A little older, but maybe that's what you ne..."
"I think I'm going crazy," I blurted, and her eyes widened as she slowly closed her mouth.
"Let's order, and then you can tell me why you think that."
Melting into my seat, I nodded. "Okay."
After we'd ordered—Mom went with pho, while I picked that and a small order of veggie sushi—s he scooted closer to the table and rested her arm on it, offering her hand. I took hold, careful not to squeeze too hard. Quietly, she said, "Tell me."
"I started seeing Ginger about a month ago. Not just in nightmares, but while I was awake."
"Her spirit?"
"I don't know. Don't think so. I mean, no one else noticed her, and if it was her ghost, surely someone would have mentioned something." After all, my friends were mostly witches and supes.
Mom pursed her lips. "Is she here now?"
I shook my head. "I don't see her anymore. The last time I saw her while I was awake, she helped me. She looked normal then, wasn't a vampire. But I saw her in a dream after that, and not since then."
Her eyebrows drew together. "If you haven't seen her again, I don't understand why..."
"Someone else has taken her place." I took a breath. "Merriven."
Mom's fingers tightened around mine. "He's dead."
"So is Ginger," I pointed out.
"Right, but," Mom sighed. "When did you begin seeing him?"
I waited to answer because our food was ready. After we had everything, I answered her question. "Solstice night. He walked out of the bonfire, after I tossed my wishes in." I scowled. "And he talks. Ginger didn't talk except in my dreams."
Mom pointed at my bowl of pho. "Eat before it gets cold."
Realizing she wanted time to think, I began collecting veggies and broth, and blew on the spoonful before tasting it.
"It was traumatic, what happened because of him," Mom eventually said. "It's not surprising you'd have nightmares about him."
"Not just nightmares."
"Seeing him when you're awake doesn't mean you're crazy, Cordi. There's a saying that crazy people don't know they're crazy."
My head tilted as I looked at her. "Are you seriously handing out clichés right now?"
She smiled. "People who see or hear things others don't..."
"Remember that thing? What was it?" I snapped my fingers. "Oh, yeah, the Melding. There are loads of people who do things others can't, Mom, including seeing and hearing things. Me, for example."
"I am really losing my touch with analogies."
"Yeah, kind of."
She chuckled, but quickly sobered. "There has to be a reason you're seeing him, and it doesn't have to be related to your sanity. You've always felt guilty about Ginger. Having to face Merriven must've pushed it to the surface."
My mother could hit an emotional bull's eye without trying. I nodded. "He told me something."
"What?"
"He said he made her tell me those things."
Instant understanding dampened her eyes. "Oh, Cordi. But you didn't know that. It's not your fault."
"Doesn't make anything better."
Mom blinked. "He may have lied. You did say he managed to break into your mind."
"Yeah, he could've lied, but I won't ever know."
"Of course you will. You're having a problem with a vampire, so ask another one for help." Mom's smile was bright. "Derrick's nice. After all, how many vampires would think to bring someone flowers to wish them well? I'm sure he'd be willing to help."
Crap. I'd thought the same thing, but had hoped to avoid taking that route. No clue what it might involve. Derrick dipping into my mind seemed likely, and I wasn't ready to go that far with our relatively new friendship. Wow, I had a vampire friend. Two, even. "You really think that's what I should do?"
"It makes sense. He's an expert on vampires." She reached across the table to pat my hand. "Call him. It won't hurt to ask. At the least, he may be able to suggest something else."
"Okay. I will." My reluctance was apparent, because Mom raised her eyebrow. "I promise."
She leveled her patented Mom stare at me before saying, "Today."
Ugh. "Yes, today."
"Good."
It wasn't until I watched her leaving the parking lot that I realized she hadn't asked if I were seeing Merriven while we had lunch. Damn it, I'd probably dredged up things she hadn't wanted to think about. All of the relief I felt over finally talking to someone drained away. "I'm the worst daughter in the history of bad daughters."
"She'll dream of me tonight," Merriven said. "You're both wrong. That sniveling boy can't help you. No one can."
I ignored him, and left to meet Dane at the museum.
Santo Trueno only had one acknowledged museum, and I'd gone there a few times as a child, on school field trips. The building wasn't much to look at, a two-story slab of taupe in a T-shape, the long part hidden by the bar, which faced the parking lot. A couple of school buses waited, and there were a few other vehicles. I parked next to Dane's blue truck. My partner was waiting inside, checking out the gift shop offerings.
I was fifteen minutes late. "Sorry."
"No problem. How was lunch?"
"Healthy. You wouldn't have liked it, Lord of Pizza."
His grin surfaced. "Wheat germ and tofu?"
"I have an abiding dislike of tofu."
Dane put his hand on his chest and widened his eyes. "A food exists that you don't like? Call the media."
"Shut up. You're going to give me a complex." I'd been eating way too much comfort food lately.
"A complex about what? Tofu?"
"Eating."
He dropped his hand, wrinkling his nose. "Humans are so weird about food. Always worried about getting fat."
His comment struck a nerve. It wasn't as though I'd have my youthful metabolism forever. I'd also been given a hard time back in my younger school days, because I liked to eat. "Dude, quit."
"It's weird. Do you know we used to envy fat people, before the Melding? Even shifters can starve to death. Fat meant prosperous, and prosperous people lived through winters." Watching my face, Dane quickly added, "Not that I think you're fat. I didn't say I think you're fat. Just saying it's not a big deal to us."
"Yeah, okay, time to change the topic." And get serious about a workout routine. I didn't need extra weight slowing me down. Not in my line of work. I should start jogging. The dogs would like that. I wouldn't, but oh well.
"Sorry."
"New topic. What's our first step here?"
"Find out who's in charge." Which is exactly what we did, by asking the elderly lady behind the gift shop's register.
"This is where the mirror was." Tanisha Wills, the museum employee we'd been handed off to, after verifying who we were to the museum director, pointed to the corner of the room.
"Just propped there, or what?"
She shook her head. "No, it's a full-length mirror, with a carved frame and stand. No wheels, and let me tell you, it's a heavy sucker."
"So more than one person needed," I said.
Tanisha smiled, her teeth movie-star white. She was a striking, dark-skinned woman with close-cropped, natural hair. Amazing bone structure, and she was taller than me, too. "It took two elves to carry it in. Humans? Four of us to move it to the corner, and believe you me, we struggled doing it.
"
"Why the corner?" Dane looked up from the table he was perusing.
"The mirror is a perverted son of a bitch. He kept making sexual remarks. We moved him to the corner, and I threw a dust cloth over him."
"Did that work?"
"Well enough," she replied. "His owner needs to rethink letting him watch premium channels."
I looked around. "Nothing else was taken?"
"Just the mirror."
Huh. There were several more portable items lying on the three tables, as well as on the built-in shelving on each wall. Plenty of pretty, shiny stuff that looked more interesting than an old mirror housing a social miscreant. In fact... "Are those Cinderella's glass slippers?"
"Not glass. Crystal, and yes. Well, not exactly hers, but some elf lady's." Tanisha drew up her top lip a bit. "Trust me, even the Grimm versions were nicer than the true stories."
"I believe you. Who discovered the mirror was missing?"
"I did. I'm heading the team preparing the exhibit. It was there the afternoon of Christmas Eve, and gone when I unlocked the doors this morning."
Which meant Lady Celadine hadn't wasted any time hiring us. Interesting.
"Ooh, a locked door mystery." Dane left the table that had held his attention. "Be more interesting to solve if it weren't for magic."
"Yeah. Where's the dust cloth?" There wasn't anything in the room for me to try psychometry on. I checked the ceiling. "And is there a security camera in here?"
Tanisha chuckled. "There is, and guess what?"
"It went on the fritz."
"That's what they said, when I had the guys check. I can show you to the security room, if you want to see the video?"
"Yes, please." Maybe we'd notice something useful. "And if you have photos of the mirror, those would be really useful."
"Sure, I'll get you copies, and find the dust cloth for you."
The two daytime security guards on duty watching the cameras were in their sixties. I wondered if they ever had to run after art thieves or vandals as one offered me his chair. "Have a seat, miss."
"Thank you." I sat while the other guard clicked around on a monitor to pull up the video we wanted to see. My cell phone rang, playing the first notes of "Hotel California", and I popped out of my chair. "Have to take this call. I'll be right back."
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