Dead To Me

“Crone,” Cyrus said, the smile falling from his face.

Everyone knew that Cyrus ran a bizarre shop, but something that garnered him favor in the Department was that, surprisingly, he was a great supporter of literacy. While his appearance tended to frighten off many timid book buyers, he worked hard to make the store accessible. He’d even added a “newbie” section for young people who might be interested in all types of arcane matter. An inviting little area just to the right of the entrance had been set aside for it-a room filled with happy pictures of cartoon witches generating rainbows. Zoo animal warlocks were painted there as well, producing flowers and bu

Cyrus flashed his toothy grin again-which simply made him look like he was guilty ofsomething. God only knew what it was.“Que pasa?” he said. He placed his enormous hands on the counter and leaned forward, towering over us not only because of his natural height, but from the built-in rise behind the cash wrap. He laughed when he saw the white stripe in Co

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I could hear a hint ofI know something you don’t know behind it. I knew the routine, something so simple that even I could handle it given my limited amount of fieldwork at Co

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“Cleaner than an elephant’s trunk, guys,” Cyrus answered, flashing his grin once again. This time I caught the full effect he had evidently been going for. His entire set of teeth was filed to finely sharpened points that reminded me of a shark. “I run a solid enterprise here. You gents know that.”

What this massive wall of a man said rang of the truth, but Cyrus was also high on the creepy scale-maybe not as bad as Wesker, but definitely first ru

“I hope so,” Co

“Thought we’d throw some business your way,” Co

Cyrus gave a chuckle-jovial, but just evil sounding enough to send a shiver up my spine. “Don’t ask me if it’s okay, Co

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“Whatever,” Cyrus said dismissively.

Cyrus’s attitude toward wrongdoing reminded me of the people who’d led me down the wrong paths. He was imposing, but Co

Our good cop/bad cop act had skipped straight ahead to bad cop/bad cop. That was what happened when one was new to fieldwork. I had tons of book knowledge with the occult, which made for great speeches, but I had little experience in dealing with it face to face. Still, verbally smacking down an occult book dealer alongside Co

“Relax,” Cyrus said, too calmly for my liking. “Everything is under control here.” His eyes darted back and forth between the two of us. Suddenly, I did feel an overwhelming desire to relax-and I knew he was up to something supernatural. There had been power in his words. Co

“Good,” Co

“But understandthis, gentlemen,” Cyrus interrupted. He seemed miffed that his little trick hadn’t held us in his sway. “You know and I know that a lot of the hoodoo-voodoo we deal with is even beyond our comprehension. Our mortal lives are nothing in the face of the unseen world, and what comprises the Black Stacks has a life all its own. Things are only as under control or out of control asthey allow them to be. If you want to know the truth, or the truth as I believe it, I don’t think anyone can control what is in those books. And like I said, I am merely…a gatekeeper.”

Gatekeeper. I noticed the pride in his voice as the word rolled off the tattooed man’s tongue. Anyone, not just a paranormal investigator, could see the man took his dangerous dealings seriously. He’d had his say.

He reached beneath the counter and pulled out a ledger, picking up a pen at the same time.

“Will that be cash or charge?” Cyrus purred out, slick as a cat.

I couldn’t let my last few moments of righteous anger slip by as if they hadn’t happened. I was petty like that. I lashed out in the only way left to me.

“Just put it on our tab…before we close your ass down,” I said. I wasn’t sure if we even had the power to do so, but even if it was an empty threat, it felt immensely satisfying.

The path winding back to the sectioned-off area known as the Black Stacks wove throughout a lengthy portion of Tome, Sweet Tome’s main floor. Co

“I don’t think so, no,” he said. “Come to think of it, I can’t recall a single stack of books falling over ever in Tome, Sweet Tome.”

I stopped for a moment and placed both my hands against one of the more dangerous-looking towers of books, tempted to see what would happen if I gave it a little nudge, but Co

“I really don’t want to do the paperwork when you get buried in an avalanche of literature,” he said, pushing me in front of him.

We quickened our pace to keep up with Cyrus, who had already reached the back of the store. The Black Stacks themselves were caged off from the main stock by tarnished copper bars that ran from floor to ceiling. Co