I met Cate at Bank’s. We spent a half hour talking about the spell, but the excitement was gone for me. We agreed to meet in a couple of days when it was moon dark and we could test it.
I got to my place around three in the morning. I live near the hospital, away from the crowds of downtown, in a little house that has a big basement. My friends know how to find me, my enemies can’t. When I secured the spells on the entrance I went straight down to the basement. It was my workshop and my haven. It was warm and smelled of herbs and unguents and burning wood.
When I decorated it, I had function in mind way more than form. The floor was bare to the dirt in the center. I built up the floor around a circle, a slab of concrete to hold my benches, a couch and a few worn upholstered chairs. The walls were plaster, originally white but now stained from all the powders and potions I used in my spells. In the very center I had a fire pit, and around that, a circle etched in white chalk, one section open to show there were no spirits there. The only thing that linked me to the outside world was an iPod speaker run on batteries. No other electricity.
I turned on the speaker and chose a mellow playlist that wouldn’t interfere with my research. I needed to figure out what the Sidhe and the fairies were up to.
My copy of the History of the Real Folk, that’s what we call ourselves, was falling apart. I took it from the bookshelf and laid it out on one of my tables. I would have preferred to sit on the couch and flip through it, but I needed the table to hold all the loose pages. I had rubbed the leather cover smooth as skin over the years, and I didn’t want to lose that feeling by having the binding repaired. I opened it to the center and summoned my power. Passing my hand across the open pages, I whispered, “Google, fairies and Sidhe.” Yeah, I know but why go all arcane when you can use what the humans use, they are wizards at efficient processes if not magic.
The pages that contained some reference to the words glowed pale yellow. I passed my hands over again, and added human death to the search criteria. Three pages flickered violet then the colors faded completely. That was not good.
I went upstairs and got a beer from the fridge, then sat on the edge of the wooden floor thinking about what to do next. I didn’t want to summon anything big, but I needed to know why my search failed. I was pretty sure whatever was going on was a Sidhe plan, because even though they were considered fairies, they were different. Fairies don’t generally have the attention span to do anything quite as complicated as kill a human. The Sidhe, however, were always up to some convoluted power play.
So, who to ask? Summoning even a minor spirit was going to cost me energy. I swallowed half the beer and pulled a protein bar out of a drawer. I washed the first half of the power bar down with the last of the beer.
I prepared for the summoning. In the center of the circle I placed the remaining half of the protein bar. Around that I put four finger bones from a raccoon, a pinch of dust from a graveyard and four drops of pine oil. Before stepping into the circle, I checked the windows were securely covered so no prying eyes would disturb the spell. I closed the door to the cellar and threw the bolt, just in case I got unwanted visitors.
After I felt sure I wouldn’t be interrupted, I stepped into the circle and closed the gap by drawing the final chalk line.
“Spirit of the City, rise in this shape and answer my questions.” I decided my usual coax and cajole approach to summoning was going to take too much time. The direct approach was more appropriate to the urgency of the situation.
Nothing happened.
I wasn’t really surprised. The Spirit of the City would know everything I needed but was fickle and demanding. Since he didn’t answer I decided to go for a less fussy sort. I picked up the bones and scratched at the earth. “Lucas Jordan. I call your restless spirit to this circle to provide information.” I waited. It would take a few minutes to get Lucas’ attention.
Lucas had been a city councilor before his mysterious death well, mysterious to the humans. He got caught in the middle of a magic duel between a Rose fairy and a River Sprite. Since he passed to the other side, actually to the place between the other side and this side, he’d been a fount of information on the inner workings of Real Folk society. Unfortunately for me he was in demand and it took a while to get him to respond.
I didn’t want to throw my question out to the ether, anyone could hear it. Keeping it in the circle was safer. While I waited, I thought about what I needed to say to get his attention without giving away my interest.
It had been too long since I called so I tried again. “Lucas Jordon, ex-councilor, I have a matter of urgency about your opponent to discuss.” Lucas might try to ignore me but he wouldn’t be able to ignore an opportunity to smear a fellow politician.
After a few minutes I upped the pressure. “Time is ticking, Lucas. I can always seek what I need elsewhere.”
A few seconds later, the bones rose and danced an intricate pattern before clicking together and falling. Then Lucas faded into sight like a reverse Cheshire Cat. The protein bar slid toward my foot. “I don’t need the meal, Quinn.”
“I know, but my first choice would have wanted it.”
“I’m offended.”
I laughed. “Don’t be, I went to the top first.”
“Ah, the Spirit, well, he’s busy with this environmental thing. What do you have for me?”
I knew better than to give up the goods before I got what I needed. “It’s good, but first I need to know something.”
“Ah, quid pro quo, that is familiar ground.”
I told him what I saw earlier and waited while he faded in and out. I assumed he was checking with sources, or referring to a diary or something. Who knows what ghosts get up to?
He returned to the circle. “There have been other instances. One of my new assistants was a… well victim might be the right word.”
I waited, knowing he had more but wanted to get something before he gave me the rest. Testing if what I had was worth the value of his information.
Minutes later his curiosity won out and he inflated his image in a ghostly sigh. “Okay, I forget how patient you are. She says a great looking guy came on to her in a bar and the next thing she knows she’s looking down at her body. It was all contorted like she had been broken and dropped on the ground. Then the guy shimmered and turned into a skinny kid. Well, now she knows. It was a Wheat fairy.”
He paused again. I was running out of patience for his coy act. “Lucas, just tell me what you have. I’m not giving you anything until you do. You know you can trust me.” I was starting to worry that he didn’t have any decent information.
He did the ghost sigh again and rolled his eyes. “Okay, she heard the fairy thank someone and say ‘we will be safe now’ and that’s it. I can’t get any more details, because she’s wispy, not much of her spirit was left when she passed. And, someone is keeping a hard lid on the fairies.”
I believed him and I figured it was the Sidhe keeping everything tied down. It was time to pay for what he’d given me. “Okay, I found out that your opponent, or ex opponent, had been keeping company with a lady of the evening.”
“Oh, is that all?” Lucas shook his head, clearly disappointed. “I want juice that will end his career. A dalliance with a hooker is almost accepted as part of the life now.”
“I would never bring you here for something so minor.” I liked to draw out the drama for Lucas. He didn’t have much to excite him now that he was dead. “How are you going to make this work in your favor if I give you the rest of the information?”
“Simple. I have an arrangement with a medium. I give her some information and she spreads it to the right people. In exchange I find out a few choice details about her clients so she seems credible when she reads their fortune.”
“If she can talk to you, she should be credible as a medium without help.”
Lucas chuckled. “Well, yes, that would be true except I keep the other spirits away.”
I appreciated the deviousness of the plan, Lucas would land on his feet wherever he went, and he knew that his current location could be temporary. I gave him the rest of the gossip. “The hooker isn’t the whole story. He shares her with a couple of contractors, ones who seem to get a lot of city contracts.”
“Thank you, Quinn.” Lucas clapped his hands, but since he was a ghost, it was very Zen — the sound of one ghost clapping. He shimmered in and out then said. “If I find anything else out, it’s yours for free.”
After Lucas faded, I cleansed the circle and broke it.
It wasn’t a total waste of time. I hated the bastard who won Lucas’ seat. I may be a wizard but I have to pay property taxes and I wanted the money to be spent on the right things; the new guy had different ideas.