Jon. He’s a cop with a psychology degree. He left Chicago’s serial crimes division and came to Madison, Wisconsin, to work with their magical crimes division. And did I mention, he’s pure catnip for Brock Gary, priest of one of … Continue reading →
Their guide, Sandeep Singh, met them in the hallway of the hospital. “Did you find what you needed?” His voice had a faint British-Indian accent. “Yes,” Belinda told him. “I released the spell keeping him in a coma.” Sandeep’s dark … Continue reading →
Brock parked behind Uncle Matt’s Jeep. Parker and Nelly, two of the huge Irish Wolfhounds that lived at the Gary farm but didn’t really belong to anyone specific, raced up to his SUV. Parker let out a deep bark, his … Continue reading →
Thursday morning, Jon pulled onto the highway and Belinda stared out of the window, watching the city turn to fields and rolling hills. This being the first time she ever left Madison, Belinda decided to enjoy every moment of her … Continue reading →
Belinda stepped off the porch, heading for her Prius, but her brother caught her arm. “Just leave her here,” Brock ordered. “We’re going to be late. We’ll take the Pearl.” Fury filled her and she yanked her arm free. “Don’t … Continue reading →
The Prius spun into the driveway, gravel flying and hitting the porch. The sharp little sounds ricocheted like machine gun fire in the quiet afternoon air. Belinda jumped out of the car before it fully stopped, or so it seemed … Continue reading →
Brock looked over at his team as the SUV glided to a smooth halt in the parking lot. Crowded with silent cars, many people were still waking and beginning their day. Not many people out and about yet. This fit … Continue reading →
A half hour after barging into Sandillo’s office, Belinda found herself back at her desk. The day planner sat there like an accusation. Balistreri refused to speak to them, then refused to even talk to Sandillo. He relented, finally, and … Continue reading →
Fresh from the shower, the melodious tones of his wind chimes caught Brock’s attention. He shuffled over to the stairwell. Originally, the brownstone had been divided up into flats; convenience prompted him to keep the front door buzzers on each … Continue reading →
Belinda parked in front of the quiet house, police ‘do not cross’ tape blocking off the front yard from the neighbors. No neighbors congregated in front of the yard. The street had an abandoned feel, as if everyone hid from … Continue reading →