Industrial Magic
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I tracked the presence along the connecting alley to a doorway. The door had been propped open by a wadded-up piece of cardboard. Wet cardboard, bracing a door that opened inward. I checked the door itself for signs of dampness, but it was dry. A windless night and a drizzling rain wouldnt explain the sodden cardboard, meaning it had been brought in from the alley within the last hour or so.
I hesitated outside the door, readied a fireball, then shifted my light to the entrance, where it would illuminate the room within. I eased around the doorway. The room was empty, save for a pile of rags in the corner. The presence I was sensing came from that corner, somewhere under those rags. As I pulled the light-ball closer, I saw that the heap wasnt rags, but a moth-eaten filthy blanket. Protruding from under it was a high-top sneaker emblazoned with the ubiquitous Nike swoosh.
I ran across the room, dropped to my knees, and yanked away the blanket. Underneath was a man, curled in fetal position. I touched his bare arm. Cool. Dead. The presence had weakened even more since Id first detected it. Dissipating as the last traces of body heat faded. A pang of sadness ran through me, chased by a guilty surge of relief that this wasnt the boy I was seeking.
I moved back. As I did, my shadow fell from the mans face, and I realized it wasnt a man at all. The size had fooled me, but now, seeing the soft features and frightened eyes, I knew I was looking at Griffins son.
My hands flew to his neck, feeling for signs of life, but I knew Id find none. I rolled him onto his back to check for a heartbeat. As his arms fell from his chest, I inhaled, seeing the bloody patchwork of his T-shirt, crisscrossed with stab wounds.
Paige! Lucas called from somewhere outside.
In My voice came out as a squeak. I swallowed and tried again. In here.
I got to my feet, then caught sight of Jacobs bloodied shirt and bent to pull up the blanket. His wide eyes stared at me. People used to believe you could see the last moment of a mans life imprinted in his eyes. I looked into Jacobs eyes and I did indeed see that last moment. I saw bottomless, impotent terror. I bit my lip and forced myself to tug the blanket up.
A noise at the door. A large shadow filled the door frame.
Troy, I said. Good. Keep everyone else back until Ive had a chance to tell Lucas
The man crossed the room in a few long strides. Even before I saw his face, I knew it wasnt Troy.
Griffin, I said, jumping back to block Jacobs body. I
He grabbed me by the shoulder and threw me out of the way. I hit the floor. For a moment, I lay there, dazed. That moment was just long enough for Griffin to kneel beside his son and pull back the blanket.
A howl split the air. A curse, a scream, another howl. The slam offist against brick. Another. Then another. I looked up to see a fog of brick and mortar dust and, through it, Griffin beating the wall, each blow punctuated with an unearthly howl.
Griffin! I shouted.
He was past hearing me. I cast a binding spell, too quickly, and it failed. From outside came the sound of voices and running feet, then Griffins enraged grief drowned them out. A hail of broken brick pelted down, mingled with slivers of wood and stone. A falling shingle glanced off my shoulder as the building quaked under the force of Griffins blows.
In a few minutes, something would givethe roof, a wall, something. Through the dust, I could see the open doorway, beckoning me to safety. Instead, I closed my eyes, concentrated, and cast the binding spell again. Halfway through the incantation, a chunk of brick hit my arm, and I stumbled backward. More brick rained down, larger pieces now, big enough to hurt. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and cast again.
The pounding stopped. I held the spell for a few seconds before I dared to open my eyes. When I did, I saw Griffin, his fist stopped in midair. He grunted, then snarled, trying to break free, but I put everything I had into holding him still. Our gazes met. His eyes darkened with rage and hate.
Im sorry, I said.
Lucas and the others swung through the doorway.
Evidence of a Pattern
TWO DRAINING HOURS LATER, WE RETURNED TO THE SUV. The EMTs had taken Jacobs body to the Cabal morgue for examination and autopsy. A forensics team was processing the scene. Investigators were combing the area for witnesses and clues. Standard procedure for a murder investigation. Yet every one of these professionals, from the coroner to the photographer, was a supernatural, and a Cortez Cabal employee.
None of this would ever make the six oclock news. The Cabals were a law unto themselves in the purest sense of the phrase. They had their own legal code. They enforced that code. They punished the transgressors. And nobody in the human world knew any different.
Do you want to stay with Griffin? I asked Troy as he escorted us to the car. Im sure we could grab another bodyguard from the security team.
Troy shook his head. Theyre taking Griffin to see his kids. He doesnt need me there.
As we neared the SUV, Troy lifted the remote. Heavy running footfalls sounded behind us. It was Griffin.
I want to talk to you, he said, bearing down on Lucas.
Troy put up a hand to stop him, but Lucas shook his head. I readied a binding spell. Griffin stopped inches from Lucas, well within anyones personal comfort zone. Both Troy and I visibly tensed. Lucas only looked up at Griffin.
I want to hire you, Griffin said. I want you to find whoever did this.