Axel held the door open for Bait; the prostitute giggled and slithered by Axel with a mock curtsy. Bait and Axel were immediately pounced upon by the hostess with an obviously fake smile. Short and plump in stature the hostess tried portray the air that Denny’s was a five star restaurant. Seeing the condition the two were in the hostess put them in a booth nearly out of sight of the other customers, near the bathrooms and the doors to the kitchen. The restaurant was nearly empty, a pair of truck drivers at the counter, and a small group of obviously hung over college students from local UNR.
The place smelled of cheap food and even cheaper antiseptic chemical. Bait cradled her hands together and crossed her legs settling back in the booth as Axel sat across from the alleged former prostitute. Glancing up expectantly Bait swept her hands back a few inches as the hostess crashed a pair of menus down on the table. The hostess remarked tartly already turning her back to the two, “Your server will be Ralph.”
Axel cleared his throat, leaning over to halt the hostess his voice immediately condescending, “Actually, we want Katrina as our server. Thank you.” The hostess balked her pleasant façade cracking. “She is really busy.” Bait pounced, waggling her eyebrows cheerfully. “We’ll wait!” The hostess gave a knee jerk reaction, almost clenching her fist. Seconds hung in the air as the hostess slapped a hand to her hip, her tone forced to be civil. “Fine. I will let her know.”
Axel glanced at the menu, tracing his fingertips over ever pock mark of the plastic covered paper. Murmuring to himself, “I wonder how many times kids have chewed on this?” Axel could feel the weight of eyes upon him; slowly he lowered the menu to take in Bait staring at him. Bait’s eyes were cheery and wide, a smile played on her lips, shoulders bunching up in expectation.
Bait couldn’t contain herself any longer and burst into rapid fire questions. “So who is the client? Where we going? What’s the case? Think it’s a kidnapping? Missing person? Cheater on the loose? Come on, spill it!”
Raising a hand attempting to slow Bait down, Axel chuckled. “Whoa…Whoa. Hold on.” The conversation was cut short as a shadow cast over the table. Bait jerked her head, smoothing out her blue hair in a flourish, smiling. “Katrina!”
Katrina slipped a hand to her waist and mock posed. Her look was classic, auburn hair done up in a classic tight bun. Hour glass figure to accompany her medium height. The waitress outfit was tacky yellow and brown, yet somehow Katrina managed to make it look desirable. Arching her back a button on the blouse came free partially revealing her more than plentiful assets. Axel couldn’t help but look, catching sight of a slender silver chain and an encircled star at the end.
Katrina smiled wryly, her voice pouring out like honey, fixing the wardrobe malfunction. “Well if it isn’t Axel Morris and Jamie Passle. I haven’t seen you two in a while. I was just about to end my shift, what brings you here?”
Axel opened his mouth to answer only to be cut off with by excited Bait, “Katrina! We’re celebrating, Axel got a case! He was about to tell all of us about it!” Looking to Axel, Bait beckoned for the detective to continue.
Slumping back in the booth, Axel let out a sigh, shoulders slumping forward and elbows braced on the table. “Look it is not a big deal. I got a client that wants to at least meet. There was no talk of hiring or a case. I am not even sure I can clean myself up in time.” Reality was beginning to set in, and the weight of it was slowly crushing, Axel. Katrina broke the impending gloom, still cheerful. “Well who is the client?”
Breaking away from the train of thought Axel, half shook his head. “Um, Lita. Lita Dervish. Look, can I get some coffee, and I wanna cash that meal you promised me in.” Bait cocked her head puzzled; the name was unfamiliar to the prostitute. Katrina gawked, placing her hands on the edge of the table and leaned over, her eyes wide. “Lita Dervish? As in the Lita Dervish?”
Axel grew curious, Katrina was obviously impressed, yet he caught a flicker of something behind the waitress’s eyes. If he didn’t know any better, Axel would have sworn Katrina was worried about something. Axel felt his senses sharpen, “Yeah. Do you know her?” Katrina shifted her weight, straightening up, Axel watched as the waitress’s body language grew subdued. The way Katrina chewed her lip lightly told Axel he was in for an edited reply.
Katrina tried to look casual, looking away and making a posh movement with her hands. “Lita is only the most sought after art dealer in the city. People get famous from dealing with her. Social high hat and extremely cut throat. She’s big money.”
Axel knew Katrina was an aspiring artist, maybe she had a less than stellar run in with Lita? The detective dismissed the idea, Katrina’s tone and movements would have been different had that been the case. If anything Katrina looked split on the matter: she obviously wanted to help her friend, yet in another sense the waitress didn’t. Something was not sitting right; Axel glanced over at Bait, who was covering her mouth to keep from squealing in delight. Axel suppressed the urge to keep prying and settled on shifting the subject. “I can’t go to her place looking like this.” Tugging at his thread bare coat, and picked at a stain on the cuff.
Bait took over, rattling off tasks that Axel needed to do, “Yeah! We need to get you some clothes, and you gotta shave. Maybe sneak a shower in too, or buy some cologne!”
Katrina flipped open her pad, clicking a pen. Her expression grew amused again, “I can front you a coffee and a daily special. I assume this is for the both of you; I can toss some oatmeal in too. As for clothes, you can hit the lost and found box.”
Axel nodded his thanks, “You are the best, Katrina.” Turning to Bait next, “You want to hit the box for me?” Bait saluted in response, “No problem boss!” Watching Katrina head through the doors of the kitchen he noticed his friend walked away almost stiffly, not her usual sashay. Something was not right, but the dots were too far apart to make any sort of connection.
Axel stared in the bathroom mirror, running his hand over his stubble laden cheek. Sharp features and brown eyes stared back at the detective. Worry lines creased his forehead, and he was just starting to get crows feet around his eyes. Smoothing his black hair he noted a few strands of white dotting his scalp. The bathroom lights flickered, the tell tale sign they would need to be replaced. The stark white tile was cast almost grey as the lights dimmed and brightened with the pulse of electricity.
Laying the single bladed razor on the counter top, Axel reached into his coat and pulled out a length of electrical cord in a zip locked bag. Opening the bag Axel fished out the cord, gingerly adjusting the frayed end that was covered in razor blades. The device was simple, you plug one end into a socket and drop the frayed end into some water and presto, the water would be heated to almost a boil in a matter of minutes. Clogging the sink with paper towels, Axel let the water run and plugged the cord into the wall next to the sink on the counter. Axel jimmied the top of the soap dispenser with his car key before dipping his hand into the liquid soap as he began to lather up…
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Bait hummed to herself as she rummaged through the large lost and found box, keeping an eye on the table not wanting to miss the foods arrival. She had found a pair of black loafers, and they looked like they would fit Axel. Apparently people leave all kinds of things at Denny’s, Bait even found some light black pants. Checking on the table once again, she caught sight of Katrina in the kitchen through the service doors. Katrina was on her phone, and by the expression on the waitress’s face she was not happy at all. Bait filed that away in the back of her mind for later. Bait had few friends, and those she did have she was always concerned for their well being.
Returning to her rummaging she made a few giggles at some of the loud jackets. Digging to the near bottom of the box Bait pulled out a black corduroy suit coat. Spiral designs stitched in grey and red coursed down the sleeves. Grinning to herself, “Pimpin’.” The jacket struck her as strange and fancy, she could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up as she held it out. Brushing the feeling away, Bait admired the garment. This would look great on Axel, Bait thought. Folding the jacket and slacks over her arm, Bait caught the hostess watching her; Bait promptly stuck her tongue out at the woman. The hostess frowned and looked down at the seating chart on the podium, trying to ignore Bait.
Seizing the urge to mentally abuse the hostess Bait casually strolled passed the woman to the bathroom door. Gripping the handle to the men’s room Bait opened the door with a flourish and flashing the hostess a knowing smile entered without a word. The hostess blushed with rage.
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Axel grunted sitting back down at the booth. The shoes Bait had given him were painfully tight, but they looked better than his worn sneakers. In contrast the slacks were too big, and Axel had to wear his belt as tightly as he dared to keep them up. Still Axel was grateful for the resourcefulness of his companion. The jacket fit perfectly, despite its odd look was very comfortable. Adjusting the jacket, Axel felt something heavy within the inside pocket. Reaching in the jacket, Axel pulled a brass Zippo lighter out. Scratched and worn the Zippo had the weight of history to it. Engraved in calligraphy were the letters, ‘F M’. Licking his thumb, Axel dabbed at the worn brass in an attempt to clean it. Nice lighter, too bad Axel did not smoke.
Katrina dropped off the meal, and made hurried excuses to depart. Bait looked crest fallen, making Katrina promise that they would get together sometime and ‘hang’. Axel made no protest, his mind cataloguing the waitress’s actions. Axel remained puzzled, choosing to focus on the meeting he had later that day with Lita Dervish.
Watching Katrina leave, Bait turned to Axel, her expression almost hurt to gaze upon. Pouting lip jutting forward, Bait stabbed a spoon into the bowl of oatmeal. “What is up with Katrina? She is acting way weird.”
With a mouthful of toast, Axel shrugged. Washing down the toast with the coffee, Axel knitted his brow in concentration. “Something has her spooked, and I get the feeling it’s about my potential client, Lita.”
Growing defensive of her friend Bait, frowned deeply, “Think this Lita lady did something to her? If she did I am gonna pimp slap her with a crowbar.” Axel shrugged again, “I don’t know, Bait. Something is going on, let’s get through the meeting and we can see where to go from there.” Bait perked up a bit, “We? As in, you are taking me with you?”
Axel stabbed a fork full of eggs and sighed in mock surrender, “Well I just can’t leave you here, can I?” Bait giggled, snaking a hand over the plate to grab the bacon. “Nope!”
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Lady Farview fumed, going through her morning yoga routine. Her husband had not come home again, and Farview knew exactly where he was. He was out attempting to impregnate that comatose lesbian, Lady Freya. Again. Stopping her exercise, Farview snapped up the remote and turned off the television as the yoga instructor on the screen began encouraging banter.
Why Lady Farview ever agreed to let her husband do that was a matter that left her confused and angry. Was she drunk, or was it a compulsion spell mixed with his slithering yet charming words? He had played on her vulnerability when she learned she could not have children. Somehow he got Farview to agree to it, in writing no less.
Storming through the hall of her four bedroom house, Farview paused before an altar in the front room facing the front door. Closing her eyes Farview steadied her breathing, Feeling the beauty of her home, its tan walls, and marble flooring cooling the bottom of her feet. Its nouveau riche décor, the house seemed to embrace her and assuage her anger, just enough for Farview to do her daily prayers to her god, Apollo.
Finishing her prayer, Lady Farview opened the sliding glass door that led to the back porch. Living on the edge of Reno had its perks, the view was breath taking. Lady Farview and her husband, Tyle Hughes sat at the head of the council of Reno’s pagan community. They ascended to the top of the community after the ghost army summoned by the necromancer Sinister plagued the city, nearly two years ago.
Witches, shamans, mages, wizards, and even psychics from the surrounding region came to staunch the chaos. Most non pagans were kept in the dark, and the matter was slowly set to right. Most of the spirits were put back to rest, and strict laws on magic were placed along with militant wards surrounding the city. Promises made to neighboring cities that this matter would never darken their doors again. Lady Farview and the council had been instrumental in constructing the laws that would keep the city safe.
Silently, Lady Farview went over the laws in her head as she did every morning. No practitioner of the dark arts could use magic without the presence of their warden. No pagan could leave Reno without the express permission of the council. All users of dark magic were to be marked with a visible brand so those of light could know their nature. All magical groups were to submit the council, listing exact numbers of members and nature. Communication with pagans outside of the city is allowable after council notification and approval.
It was a monumental effort with plenty of rebellion from the younger pagans. They finally understood that if these laws were not in place pagan councils from other cities would install their own laws and they would not be as flexible as those in power now. That and the promise of hope that once all the insane spirits of the cemetery were put to rest the laws would be lifted, spurred them on.
Lady Farview settled in a sun faded lawn chair, her lithe form stretched, she was nearly fifty but her visage was of someone maybe just out of their twenties. Pale blonde hair cascading over her spandex clad shoulders, Lady Farview laughed softly as the wind played with the ends of her hair. One of the many perks of her being a witch. Casting a gaze over Reno as it woke for its day, she felt herself smile. The road to the cities redemption was growing shorter daily.
Lady Farview found her day dreaming interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing. The tone indicated that it was not her cellphone. It was the house line, and that only rang when there was a community issue.
Entering the house Lady Farview picked up the phone, moving her hair away from her ear before placing the phone to it. “Hello? Oh! Katrina, it is always a blessing to hear from you.” Listening to information being relayed Lady Farview grew curious. The tone in her voice reflected her emotion, “Lita Dervish? Why would she need a detective? No, no dear. You did the right thing. I’m sure your friend is just doing something casual for her. Yes, I have felt the energies in that area but so far nothing malicious I assure you. I will have it looked into. You are welcome dear, never fret and never feel it is a waste of time to call me. We live to serve our community.”
Hanging up the phone, Lady Farview took up her cellphone. Dialing a number, she smiled. At last, something for the community to do. To look into a matter that could be curbed to strengthen the community as one. Speaking into the phone as it was picked up, “Good morning, Jack. I have something that might interest you and your dragon warriors….”