Spirelli Paranormal Investigations Box Set

by Kate Baray

  Marin dropped the file folder in her hand back into the filing cabinet, and then she turned to look at Jack. But she didn’t reply.

  Jack walked into the office. “You don’t need the money.”

  Although not a question, Marin shook her head slowly in response.

  Her reluctance fueled his curiosity. Or maybe it was his anger. He didn’t want to need her—but after several brushes with death it was clear he did. “You have better contacts. You’re stronger, faster. You have magic.” Jack shoved his hand through his hair. “It’s your world, not mine. So, why do you work for me when you can do my job better than I can?”

  Marin sank into Jack’s chair. “You’re wrong.”

  But she didn’t explain.

  “That’s not good enough. Maybe we’ve only been together a few months, but the shit we’ve been through, the number of times you’ve dragged both our asses out of—” His messes. His bad choices. It made him even angrier to acknowledge it, but he wasn’t about to lie to himself. He wouldn’t be that guy. “I haven’t worked out kinks, and I don’t know the best ways to navigate in this world, but you still stay. Why?”

  “Jack...” Her eyes shone bright, but she rubbed at the corners before anything resembling a tear could fall. She snorted. “Even my dad doesn’t make me cry. Thanks for that.” Her head fell back against the chair and she stared at the ceiling. She groaned then lifted her head. “Dragons don’t really do their own thing. The entire clan is tied to McClellan’s security company. In one way or another. And young dragons don’t leave home.”

  Jack settled into one of the client chairs and kicked his legs out in front of him. “But you’re young, and you don’t work for McClellan. So apparently you can do your own thing.”

  “The jury’s out. We live in a precarious place. The world moves by very fast, and we have to stay in touch with time as it passes.”

  Jack nodded. “You’ve said before. Some dragons go mad when they stop living in the present. But what better way to stay in touch than to live amongst the little people.”

  Marin curled her lip. “It’s not funny. You’re an impetuous shit, but I still like you enough not to want to see your life flash by in a series of short moments. I guess that’s how the older dragons experience time...toward the end. Or if they lose touch with time.”

  “I’m still not seeing the problem. You bucked a cultural trend and left the nest.”

  “Supposedly, we don’t do well alone, outside of the clan.” Marin shrugged.

  Jack narrowed his eyes, peering at her.

  She sighed. “I can’t work in an office. It’s not the work—but the sameness, the routine, the small rooms. And I couldn’t start a business by myself. Show up to an empty building, go weeks without seeing the same person twice. It’s just not for me.” She looked up at the ceiling briefly—praying to the dragon gods for patience?—and then said, “So this—The Junk Shop, SPI, this job—it’s a real option for me. And that’s down to you.”

  “Are you seriously telling me that I’m your link to good mental health, dragon-style?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Let’s just say you’re one option.”

  It sounded like she needed him, too. He could breathe, really breathe, for the first time in a while.

  Jack nodded. “Got it. Let me know if another option pops up.” After a moment, he added, “I like having you here.” He stood up. Past time to end this particular conversation. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

  THE END

  Excerpt

  Spirelli Paranormal Investigations

  Episode 4

  CHAPTER 1

  Jack pushed off from the counter and spun his new swivel stool. “I don’t think you mentioned—why did you move out of your dad’s house?”

  Marin didn’t bother to look up. “None of your business. Where did you get this crap? We’ll never be able to sell this stuff.” She pulled out a tangle of colorful plastic beads.

  “Not true.” Jack spun around again on his stool. “Mardi Gras.”

  “That’s months away, but you’re probably right. These will make great decorations. Or they will after someone untangles them all. And yes, I know that’s me.” She picked at the knotted mess, glancing periodically at Jack. Finally, she said, “Jeez, Jack. Stop it. You’re going to puke.”

  Jack spun the stool one more time, just because—why not? When the world around him stilled, it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, Marin had been right. He didn’t feel lightheaded, but he was pretty damn sure he was hallucinating. “Marin.” His gaze remained fixed on the small creature that had appeared in front of him.

  “What?” she snapped.

  Without looking away from it, he asked, “Do you see a small, white, furry, uh, something near the office door?”

  “Hey, that’s exciting. Your hedgehog is coming out to say ‘hello.’ They’re usually so shy.” The sound of beads clattering on the table muffled her words. “Although you have been feeding him crabmeat.”

  Its nose twitched, and its big brown eyes moved from him to Marin and back again. If Jack didn’t know better, he’d swear the thing smiled when Marin mentioned “crab.”

  Jack sat as still as he could manage. “That is not a hedgehog.” It looked more like a lab puppy than a hedgehog. But definitely not a puppy. He had no tail, a round body with short, stubby legs, and large brown eyes. It was the big, brown, mournful eyes that reminded him of a puppy.

  “He won’t disappear if you blink, Jack. Obviously he wants something.”

  In response, the furry creature dropped back on its haunches into a position that resembled a dog sitting.

  “See. He’s even getting comfortable.” Marin’s voice was getting closer.

  It lay down.

  “Uh, I think—this sounds nuts—but I think he understands you.” Jack would swear the creature sighed.

  “He definitely understands. Jack, meet your Arkan Sonney.” Marin said, “Sir, may I present Jack Spirelli, as you know, the proprietor of the shop. I’m Marin Campbell. It’s a privilege to meet you.”

  The little furry creature stood back up on his four legs and executed what looked to Jack like a very credible bow.

  Jack wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. “Hi?”

  “A ‘thank you’ wouldn’t hurt.” Marin poked him in the ribs with an elbow. “This gentleman is the reason your shop is doing so well.”

  Rubbing his side, Jack said, “Thank you.” He shot Marin a hard look. He moved out of poking range then said, “I’m not exactly sure what I’m thanking you for—but I have enjoyed having you here. You’re good company.”

  Jack couldn’t look the little creature in the face as he added that last sentiment. It was a little embarrassing.

  “He says you’re good company, too, and the food’s good.”

  Jack shifted his gaze to Marin. “He’s communicating with you? I don’t hear anything.”

  “He can communicate telepathically.” Marin tilted her head, studying their new friend. “I didn’t know that. Can I ask why you didn’t speak before now?”

  A slow smile spread across Marin’s face, and she nodded.

  Jack sighed. This was going to get old fast. “Maybe you could share? Since I can’t hear him?”

  “Fuzzface—” Marin’s grin reappeared. “—Bob didn’t have anything to say before.”

  “Bob?”

  Marin crossed her arms. “Bob.”

  Awkward. Jack had given the dude a pet name because—he thought he was a rodent of some kind. But Bob?

  “Bob, uh, apologies for the nicknames. I didn’t really know what to call you.” When Fuzzface dipped his head, Jack said, “Any chance of you speaking to me?”

  Fuzzface’s—Bob’s—furry head turned to Marin.

  “He is.” Marin opened her eyes wide, giving Jack an innocent look. “Bob’s a guy of few words. I think he can communicate with me because we both have the ability. You’re probab
ly out of luck. And I don’t think Bob sees any problem with me acting as translator.”

  Bob blinked his big eyes at Jack. He seemed to be waiting.

  “So, uh, I’m glad to meet you.” Jack rubbed his neck. This one-way conversation thing was gonna kill him. What did the little guy want?

  “Thanks for the crab. I like shrimp, too.” Marin’s lips pulled into a smile as she translated. “Arkan Sonney are really good luck. Those mysterious items that always seem to show up when a customer asks, those great finds you’ve stumbled across at garage sales when you’re just picking up random boxes of leftovers...” Marin pointed to Bob.

  “Seriously?” Jack whispered to Marin. When she just raised her eyebrows and nodded, he turned back to Bob—and the fuzzy little body that housed some serious raw magical talent. “I had no idea. And, um, sure, shrimp’s no problem. I mean, if you have a list—” Jack looked to see what Marin was getting in response.

  She gave a subtle shake of her head.

  “Or, you know, crab and shrimp are great.” Jack had experienced some weirdness in the last few months, but this was beyond bizarre. Roll with it, Jack. “I can buy crab and shrimp. Is there anything else?”

  “My friend—sorry, Bob’s friend—needs help.” Marin frowned. “Let me close the shop and we can talk about this in the office without being interrupted.”

  Bob must have thought that was a grand idea, because he trotted off to the bac of the shop. Jack watched a tiny corkscrew tail disappear into his office then he turned to Marin. “How have you not mentioned this to me before?”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Kate writes urban & paranormal fantasy, frequently with a romantic twist. She writes and lives in Austin, Texas with her pack of pointers and a bloodhound.

  Kate has worked as an attorney, a manager, a tractor sales person, and a dog trainer, but writing is her passion. When she’s not writing, she volunteers with a search and rescue team, sweeps up hairy dust bunnies, and watches British mysteries.

  Also by Kate Baray

  Lost Library

  Lost Library

  Spirited Legacy

  Defensive Magic

  Lost Library Collection: Books 1-3

  Witch’s Diary

  Witch’s Dilemma (2016)

  Witch’s Curse (2016)

  Necromancy (2016)

  Lost Library Shorts Collection

  Spirelli Paranormal Investigations

  Season One: Episodes 1-6

  Cursed Curios

  The Covered Mirror: A Cursed Curio Short

  Collections

  Mirror, Mirror

  Demon’s Delight

  And Writing as K.D. Baray

  Beauregard

  Mistaken: A Seth Beauregard Short

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