J Is For… Jon

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 the Gary Covens? But Jon has a secret, and he doesn't want Brock to find out.  Only problem is, Brock's sister Belinda is a cop, and Jon's new p...
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New World Order, Chapter 20: Cross-Cultural Interactions (Belinda)

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 brown eyes, so dark as to be indistinguishable from black onyx, bored into hers. “You have power.”“Yes.” She held his gaze, but waited. He seeme...
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New World Order, Chapter 19: Long Distance Call (Brock)

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 tail wagging so hard Brock feared he might dislocate it. Nelly jumped up, her paws muddy.He sidestepped so she wouldn’t plant those messy feet on his pants. “Do...
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New World Order, Chapter 18: Making New Friends (Belinda)

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 unexpected freedom. She remembered Sandillo giving her a long look that morning before they left. Jon suggested they travel to Milwaukee to intervi...
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New World Order, Chapter 17: Banker’s Hours (Belinda)

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 order me around!”He smirked. “Touchy, touchy.”“This is my case, Brock! Not the Coven’s!”He grabbed her arm too fast for her to avoid and all but dragged ...
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New World Order, Chapter 16: Two Stronger Than One (Brock)

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 to Brock. Great. Last thing they needed was for his sister to add her attitude to Gran’s, but it looked like that’s exactly what was going to happen. His...
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New World Order, Chapter 15, Appraising a Jewel (Brock)

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 perfectly with their plan.Jon’s visit, very early that morning caused Brock to make two phone calls. One, to his Gran, infuriated him; while the other filled him wit...
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New World Order, Chapter 14: No More Games, Mr. Balistreri (Belinda)

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 agreed to see them – but later, not right that moment. He had ‘important business to attend to.’ She wanted to snarl with frustration.“Yo...
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New World Order, Chapter 12: Interlude at the Door (Brock)

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 level when he remodeled. Of course, his sanity and temper changed the harsh buzz to this sound when premonitions of interruptions whil...
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New World Order, Chapter 11: Scene But Not Heard (Belinda)

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 the ugliness of earlier. Street lights provided some illumination, but the house seemed shadowed with no porch light or any internal lamps turned on.“We ...
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