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Psychic for Hire Series Box Set

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by Hermione Stark


  This makes me take a closer look at her. She has an enviably deep honey complexion, and her big almond shaped eyes are made even larger with thick black eyeliner. Her high cheekbones balance out her over-prominent nose, giving her a striking look. Not pretty, but definitely not plain.

  I get the impression that she likes to be seen. Her dark hair has been dyed a glaring brassy blond in the midsection and hot pink at the ends, and is styled into a riotous mass of curls all about her face. There is an interesting athletic prowl to her movements that remind me a bit of Agent Leo Kane, a werewolf. But it is hard for me to tell if she is one too. My confidence in my instincts has not been high ever since my psychic powers have been out of action these past few weeks.

  The fact that she may be a werewolf has set off a little alarm bell at the back of my head. London has been on edge these past few weeks following a string of savage and highly publicized murders. The first two had happened on the May and June full moons. But now the Wolf-Claw Killer — as the media have dubbed him — has killed twice in the last eight days, outside of the full moon, sending the media into a frenzy.

  I tell myself to quit being so paranoid. It is daylight outside. We get plenty of werewolf customers. I can’t go on the offensive just because I have never seen this girl before.

  Theo has installed a few defensive mechanisms in the store. As I wonder whether I might need to use one, I glance at Beastie. She is perched on her viewpoint, licking her paws and ignoring both me and the girl. Her complete lack of concern reassures me.

  Damn my uncertainty. I nearly scared off a perfectly good customer.

  “Can I help you?” I ask the girl. If she is a real customer then I’d better show her the hidden section before she changes her mind and leaves.

  She comes over to the counter and says, “I heard you might sell some more… er… unusual things?”

  I raise one eyebrow and say with a straight face, “Ah, so you’re after our section of sexy sensual delights?”

  She laughs. “More like magical mystery delights?” She phrases it like a question, and seems slightly embarrassed at the prospect of looking like a fool. I know the feeling. Her strong accent tells me she is from out of town. Being American, I find British accents hard to distinguish, but I suspect it is northern.

  “Do you have a business card?” I ask her.

  “No, I’m not in business. I’m not employed.” She looks mildly embarrassed at this.

  “I meant one of our business cards,” I tell her.

  Theo is an old hand at tidily dispatching unsavory or suspicious customers. But as I am new to this he’s told me not to let any customers into the back unless I recognize them or unless they’ve got one of his business cards. The Wolf-Claw Killer has had Theo on edge too. He doesn’t like that I am blond and young and female, traits shared by all five of the killer’s victims to date.

  The girl shakes her head. “This is my first time here.”

  “Sorry,” I tell her. “You need a card. Or you can come back after 4 o’ clock today when Theo Grimshaw, the owner, is back.”

  The girl looks disappointed. “It’s my best friend’s birthday tonight. I really need to get her something special. I won’t have time to come again later.”

  I give her a regretful look.

  “Please,” she says. “It’s her twenty-third, her first birthday since we moved to London. I can give you my name and address if that helps? I’m India Lawrenson.” She fumbles inside her bag for her ID.

  Just then a tug at my jeans makes me look down. Mozz has appeared behind the counter where she had not been before, her toddler height preventing India from seeing her. With her bouncy black curls and her solemn blue eyes, she is a sweet little bundle of huggable cuteness. She nods at me and gives India a thumbs up. I squash my instinct to beam at her and tousle her adorable head. Best not to give her presence away. Theo likes for Mozz to stay well away from strangers. Mozz toddles off, disappearing into thin air quite suddenly.

  “Actually, I might be able to help you after all,” I tell India. “Let me just take down your details first.”

  She gratefully hands over her passport and a utility bill.

  “Do you take these with you everywhere?” I ask out of curiosity.

  “I’m new to London,” she says. “Been here a few months and I’ve needed a proof of address so often in the first couple of weeks that I got used to carrying them around.”

  “I’m new too. Just over two months for me.” I notice the address on her utility bill. “Hey, you live on my road!” I exclaim in delight.

  “Really?” She looks equally delighted. “Isn’t Notting Hill great? Crazy expensive though. Right?”

  “Tell me about it. I have this studio, just one room — like a bedroom with a kitchenette in it — and you wouldn’t believe the rent.”

  “No way! Us too!” she screeches. “And do you have a weird shower cubicle all in the same room?”

  “Yes!” I find myself also screeching and grabbing hold of her hand in sympathy. “I hate it, but I kinda love it because otherwise I’d have to use the shared bathrooms.” I shudder at the prospect.

  “Tell me about it. But at least it’s just you. I’m sharing with Rachel, my friend whose birthday is today. It’s a bit squashy. We’re from the countryside so it’s come as a bit of a shock.”

  “I’ve been wondering about couples and whether they have showers while the other is in the room,” I tell her. “Not that I’m prying. You don’t have to tell me.”

  “Yeah, we do,” she admits, laughing. “But Rachel’s my foster sister and we grew up together so it’s no big deal.”

  I try not to make a face. The intimacy of showering naked around people is not for me. But perhaps that’s because I can’t ever imagine explaining my creepy born-with-it fused-to-my-flesh navelstone to anyone. Not even a foster sister.

  I look at India with interest. She is fostered. I had been adopted and ended up living with people who hated me. I wonder if India and Rachel’s experience was similar to mine. They’re lucky to have each other.

  “Does your landlord live in your house too?” India says. “Ours lives on the top floor. Skeezy git. He’s got a pad up there to himself but he still likes to share the showers with the tenants.”

  I grimace. “At least I don’t have to deal with that.”

  I put my pen and logbook away, and walk out from behind the counter. “You can come this way.”

  I march straight through the non-existent wall. She takes a few moments to follow me through, her hands stretched out before her as if to make sure the wall really is not there. I grin when she emerges on the other side, inside the hidden room, looking astonished.

  “You look like I felt my first time,” I tell her.

  “Wow. I’ve heard about magic and I know it’s real and everything, but when you actually see it, it’s crazy,” she says. “Gosh. Do I sound like a country bumpkin to you?”

  “You sound how I feel. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but aren’t you a werewolf? Aren’t you used to this kind of thing?”

  The smile fades from her face and now she looks a little wary. “How did you know?”

  “Sorry. I just took a guess. I think you smelled my cat before you saw her.”

  “You’re perceptive. I suppose you have to be, working in a magic shop and all?”

  She is gazing around at the merchandise as if she doesn’t know where to start. This part of the store is larger than the front. We have jewelry and a ton of books here too, but they are better cared for and are definitely not the ordinary kind.

  In addition we have artifacts in showcases, a large selection of crystals, some wands, a vast section of both organic and inorganic spell ingredients, and many other things besides. Our toys for familiars are surprisingly popular, and witches and wizards love to browse the bottles and jars of potions and concoctions that they tell me are much more interesting than those found in the average spell book. Lately the defensive amulets
and decorative ornaments of Theo’s own design have been flying off the shelves.

  “Do you know what sort of gift you’re after?”

  “No idea.”

  “What’s your friend Rachel like?”

  “Really pretty, but kinda bookish. She started working as a trainee solicitor three months back and she’s really into her work. It’s crazy. I told her all work and no play makes Rachel a dull girl. I’m totally working on making her come out of her shell.” She says that last part with a wicked grin.

  “Any hobbies? Pets?”

  “No pets. We’re not allowed.”

  “I hate to be trite but is she into makeup or potions? Theo knows a witch who makes stuff that is really popular with young women. Or maybe you could get her a spell making kit?”

  “You know, she has been more into makeup and stuff lately. I wondered if she’s got a crush on a guy at work or something.”

  I lead India over to the makeup and beauty potions section. The numerous jars and bottles and vials of brightly colored stuff is arrayed in a haphazard manner whose appearance had been impossible to improve despite my best efforts. We spend some time looking through them all. They are almost as much of a novelty to me as her. I point out a shimmery-glow potion that is supposed to make you irresistible to the opposite gender.

  “Or you could get her a love potion?” I suggest. “We have readymade ones and we have kits if Rachel might like to make her own. For the kits you can choose mix and match ingredients depending on the qualities she wants in a man.” I point them out to her.

  India picks up the shimmery makeup and the love spell kit. She does the math in her head and winces a little at the expense, but she decides to take both.

  “Could I pick up some wolfsbane potion here too?” she asks. “I’ve nearly run out of my supply from home.”

  I show her the shelf where the wolfsbane products are stored.

  She bites her lip when she notices the prices. “Do you have a plain potion without any of these extras? I usually get that because it is cheaper.”

  I scrutinize the various bottles on the shelf and see none. “We do usually sell it, but we must be out of stock. I’ll ask Theo to make some more up for you. When do you want to pick it up? Or I could even drop it off at yours, since you live so near to me?”

  I try not to look too eager as I make this suggestion. But oh how great it would be to actually know someone in my neighborhood. To have someone to go for coffee with, or shopping, or the cinema. To talk to about the things that suck about life in London and the things that are awesome. A real-life person-friend so I don’t have to feel so much like a cat-lady loser.

  “I’ll be back near here on Monday,” she says. “Maybe lunchtime. I can pick it up then.”

  I quell my disappointment, but perhaps she sees it on my face.

  “Actually, did you want to meet for lunch?” she says. “You’re the first cool person I’ve met here and I’ve been dying to make new friends.”

  Cool person! My insides light up in a glow. I had been thinking the same about her, but I had worried about sounding too desperate if I’d asked to meet up.

  “I would love to have lunch!” I say, trying not to grin all over my face. “How’s 12 o’ clock on Monday?”

  “Make it one, if that’s okay? We’ve got a big weekend planned for Rachel’s birthday so I might be a bit hungover. Full on party time from tonight to Sunday. Actually, do you want to come tonight? We’re meeting at a bar in the city near Shoreditch.”

  I make a regretful face. “That would have been so great but I have work tonight.”

  Secretly I am glad to have an excuse to say no. I am no social butterfly. The thought of going to a bar with a bunch of strangers is terrifying. I am much better one to one.

  “This place can’t be open that late!” she protests.

  “Actually I’m doing an evening shift at a restaurant I work at part-time. Luca’s. It’s just down the road from where we live.”

  “Oh yeah. I’ve seen it! You’re pretty handy on the job-front, huh? I might have to pick your brains about that at lunch. I’ve been looking but I’ve had no luck.”

  “Sure, my knowledge will be all yours!” I ring up her purchases at the cash register and bag them. “Looking forward to Monday.”

  We agree where to meet as I see her out of the store. I stand in the doorway to give her a little wave as she walks off. “Stay safe!” I shout instinctively.

  She looks at me curiously. I point at my hair. “I meant tonight. We blond girls can’t be too careful with the Wolf-Claw Killer on the rampage.”

  She laughs. “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

  Chapter 2

  DIANA

  Later that night, I walk home after finishing my shift at Luca’s restaurant, taking care to stay in well-lit areas and keeping my eyes peeled for any wolfish maniacs.

  I walk past India’s house. The house has four floors just like mine. In fact, it is pretty much identical. Pillars flanking the front door, cream painted facade, pretty stone-work masking a rather different story on the inside. I glance up at the windows across the multiple levels, wondering if one belongs to India. She is probably still out celebrating Rachel’s birthday.

  I wonder what Rachel is like, and whether she’s a werewolf too. She has to be. Werewolves almost always live in packs as far as I know and this is especially true of female werewolves. The fact that the two of them have moved to London together strikes me as more than a little unusual.

  I suppose they will be safer than most. All of the victims of the Wolf-Claw Killer have been human girls.

  It irks me that the press have named this murderer Wolf-Claw after the notorious Devil Claw Killer, the serial killer who had murdered my biological mother. It’s like they were trying to create the same sort of panic in the populace. Completely unnecessary given the savage nature of the crimes, and the fact that the last two kills had happened outside of the full moon, making every night a terrifying night.

  Theo has given me a shield bracelet and taught me an incantation to activate it. He’s also given me a nasty two inch dart dipped in a super-concentrated wolfsbane potion of his own invention. He’d designed it to be carried on my keyring.

  I am holding the dart now, clenched between the knuckles of the index and middle finger of my right hand. Just in case. It feels a bit stupid to be doing so, but he’d made me promise. Fat lot of use it’ll be if the killer decides to spring at me now. I am bone tired. I doubt I have the energy to swing it with anywhere near enough force to pierce a werewolf’s hide right now.

  I realize I have come to a standstill outside India’s house. Boy would she think I was creepy if she happened to glance out of her window. Yawning, I trudge onwards.

  Thinking of Theo reminds me that the sticky note I left for him about India’s wolfsbane potion may have gone astray. Little Mozz is always touching things she shouldn’t, but even if she hadn’t misplaced it, there’s no guarantee that absent-minded Theo will have actually seen the note.

  I dig out my phone from my satchel and give him a ring. It is past midnight, but Theo being a night-owl answers immediately.

  “Hi Theo. Did you see the note I left you?”

  “The wolfsbane potion? Yes, I’ve already made some up.”

  “Thanks Theo, you’re the best. What’s that noise? Is it Mozz? Is she singing? It’s so cute.”

  “Yes, very cute,” he says dryly. “Speaking of Mozz, did you see if she got into the store room again today?”

  “I didn’t notice it. I thought you had put up a guard spell to keep her out?”

  He sighs. “She’s always finding a way to slip past them.”

  “Why? Did she get her hands on something she shouldn’t?”

  “Oh just a few more things gone astray is all. I was a bit worried about a couple of crystals from the inventory. I’m sure I’ll find them. Were you looking up demonic possessions again?”

  “Why?” I
ask, suddenly wary.

  “You left the book on the counter. Is your friend having any trouble with the amulet I provided?”

  I wince when he says ‘friend’. I suspect Theo full well knows the friend I had claimed to be trying to help is none other than myself. I have no friends, unless you count Storm and Remi, who probably think of me just as a colleague. I would have said Deepika and Aisling, fellow waitresses at Luca’s restaurant where I still work the occasional shift, but I never see them outside the restaurant. Theo doesn’t need to know that.

 

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