Claw&Warder: Episode 7 A Tail of Two Cities

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

It was the age of Starbucks, it was the age of phone apps. It was the season of the supernatural, it was the season of the mundane. It was the winter of coffee, it was the spring of more coffee…a lot more coffee. It was the epoch of jewelry store robbing reptiles, it was the epoch of early parole.

After eighteen years in a Locus of Baltimore dungeon, Dr. Agon is released to the care of his daughter in the Locus of New York. Following a spate of robberies, Dru and Leery spend the night together…

On a stakeout! (Why? What were you thinking?)

Can they keep their cool or will things get hot in A Tail of Two Cities?

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Critical Acclaim for CLAW & WARDER:

★★★★★ " Vick’s intriguing, ghoulish, fast-paced plot and solid characterization are as entertaining as I expected."

“[T]he 'other world' is swarming with their own problems to keep their side under control in New York. I’m no stranger to Erik Henry Vick’s universe as I’m a fan of The Bloodletter Saga. Vick’s intriguing, ghoulish, fast-paced plot and solid characterization are as entertaining as I expected. There are ample thrills, chills, and fun to satisfy readers' appetites. The dialogue and prose generate the entertaining moments and the degree of tension best suited to launch the next twist…yet more proof of Erik Henry Vick’s storytelling expertise in the supernatural world.”

--Lit Amri, Readers' Favorite Reviews

★★★★★ "I couldn't help but grin at a well-spun conversation..."

“I enjoyed the amalgamation of so many types of supernaturals… The banter between the characters was brilliantly executed, portraying different levels of complex relationships. Sometimes I couldn't help but grin at a well-spun conversation, let alone how the creatures' unique traits or weaknesses are evoked to further the investigation. I enjoyed the third-person narrative and how the high-pressure roles were portrayed… The characters were brilliantly portrayed.“

--K.J. Simmill, Readers' Favorite Reviews

★★★★★ "The writing style is flowing and easy to read."

“The idea that there are two simultaneous types of society working side-by-side was a fascinating premise… The characters are fully overdrawn, as is the nature in this genre, and author Erik Henry Vick has done a fantastic job of giving them real and recognizable emotions and foibles that endear them to the reader... The writing style is flowing and easy to read. If urban fantasy is your thing, this is a book you must read but even if it’s not, this is a book you should read. I did and I’m glad of it – an excellent read.”

--Grant Leishman, Readers' Favorite Reviews

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In the magical justice system, magically based offenses are considered bad form.

In the Locus of New York, the dedicated teams of supernatural detectives who investigate these breaches of Canon and Covenants are members of an elite squad known as the Supernatural Inquisitors Squad.

These are their stories.

1

Bill Hartman whistled while he walked, enjoying the relative quiet of his early morning stroll through Manhattan. He’d purchased his apartment on West 46th Street because it was only a few blocks to his shop, and when the city closed 46th Street to public automobile traffic, it only made it that much better. Eight blocks at six in the morning were like heaven in the summer months.

Not so much in winter, but a guy can’t have everything.

He turned the corner onto 5th Avenue and froze, mouth hanging open. Shattered glass covered the sidewalk outside the 47th Street Diamond Exchange. All the windows of Sephora, the AT&T store, and Lululemon had exploded into the street.

Bill rushed through the drifts of glass, heedless of the danger a fall into the mass of sharp glass presented, then stepped through the glass-less door frames and into the lobby of his building. One of the elevator’s doors stood open, the car wrenched off-kilter in the shaft. The other elevator dinged, and a thin man wearing a black suit stepped out. He paused a moment, no doubt stunned by the carnage on the street, then withdrew his glasses and slid them on. After a momentary glance at Bill, he said, “What in the hell happened?”

“No idea,” said Bill. “It was like this when I came around the corner.”

“That’s New York for you,” said the man with a shrug. He stepped by Bill, then out into the sea of broken glass.

“Yeah,” murmured Bill as he stepped into the elevator. He rode up to the fourteenth floor, his mind awhirl with speculation about what kind of emergency could cause all that damage.

When the elevator doors opened, he completely forgot about the glass-strewn street below, fumbled his cell phone out of his pocket with shaking hands, and phoned the police.

2

Leery put the Crown Victoria in park and opened his door, his gaze never leaving the sparkling blooms of glass in front of the Diamond Exchange. Dru opened her door and stood, glanced at all the glass, then turned to Leery. “You’re not going to leave it in the middle of the road, are you?”

“My usual parking space is otherwise occupied,” he said, jerking his chin at the sidewalk in front of Lululemon. “Lulu lemon has the best spot, even if their name is false advertising. Did you know they don’t sell lemonade? Or anything made of lemons?” He walked to the front of the car.

Dru pursed her lips, fighting to hide a grin. “It’s a clothing store.” She closed her door and went to stand next to him.

“Nah. Who’d name a clothing store after lemons?”

“Chip Wilson. They make yoga pants.”

“Yogurt pants?”

Dru sighed. “Now I know you’re just pulling my leg.”

Leery took a long, slow look at her legs. “I could be convinced.”

“Come on, bozo,” said Dru as she began to pick her way through all the shattered glass.

“Are you nuts? You’ll ruin those million-dollar boots!” He came up next to her. “Here, let me carry you, Dru-baby.”

“You do remember I threatened to make you walk with a limp if you called me that, right?”

“What? Oh, sure. But I know you didn’t mean it.” He bent and picked her up as though she weighed nothing at all. “And if you did mean it, just think about who would be carrying you through all these glass posies if I couldn’t.”

Dru’s answer was a lopsided grin. “I wonder what happened here.”

“Looks like some windows broke.”

“Oh, I’d have never guessed.”

“Sure you would’ve. You’re a detective, after all.” He reached the lobby and set her on her feet.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “My knight in shining armor.”

Leery tipped her a wink and walked over to the red-haired corporal leaning against the wall and keeping the scene log. “Hey there, Red,” he said. “Dru, meet Red.”

“Oriscoe,” said the corporal, straightening. She glanced at Dru and stuck out her hand. “Sami Valentine.”

“Dru Nogan.” They shook hands, and Dru smiled.

“Did you get that mess in the Locus of Los Angeles straightened out, then?” asked Leery.

“Sort of,” said Valentine with a shrug. “I’m glad to be back in a big city, though. Those small towns…”

“Oh, yeah,” said Oriscoe. “Small towns will absolutely kill you once you’re used to the pace of a big city.”

“Fourteen,” said Red, flicking the end of her pen at the elevator doors. “Good to meet you, Dru. You’ll want to watch those boots.”

“You, too, and thanks,” said Dru as Valentine resumed her leaning against the marble-clad wall.

“Oh, hey,” said Leery with a grin. “It was good to see you, too, Red.” Leery glanced at the collapsed elevator. “That does a lot for my confidence.”

“Come on, you big baby,” said Dru, pulling him into the other elevator and pressing the fourteenth-floor button.

The doors opened on what looked like the remains of a battlefield. Flames had blackened the walls, carpets, and furnishings and had discolored the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. CSI technicians sifted through the wreckage, while two MEs stood over two white-bagged corpses. A civilian stood talking to two uniformed officers as far from the bodies as he could get.

Leery led Dru over to the witness. “We’ll take it from here,” he said to the uniformed cops. Turning to the man, he said, “I’m Leery Oriscoe, and this is my partner, Dru Nogan. We’re homicide detectives. What happened here?”

The man turned his shell-shocked gaze on Leery and shrugged. “It was like this when I arrived.”

“Sure, sure. What I meant was, tell us all about it. Let’s start with your name.”

“Oh.” The man’s gaze flicked to the body bags, then to the uniformed officers. “Bill Hartman. I’ve already been through it with them.”

“Ain’t bureaucracy grand?” asked Leery, flashing a winning smile. “Ever play telephone when you were a kid? We like to hear the details direct. You know, avoid misunderstandings and all that.”

“Oh. Sure.” Again, the man’s eyes flicked to the body bags, then the cops, and this time, the elevator. “Do we…” He gulped a breath and gave a firm nod. “I came in early, like usual—I’m a lithomancer and an enchanter, and I like to practice my art in private. Anyway, the first thing I noticed was all the glass in the street. Then, the wrecked elevator, but the other one worked, so I…”

“So you came on up,” said Dru, softly.

“Right. When the doors opened and I saw all the soot, I called for help. I…” His gaze flicked to the body bags once more. “I didn’t know about the bodies then.”

“Did you see anyone else?” asked Leery.

“I…” His gaze snapped to Leery’s, and his eyes seemed to light up. “Yes! There was a man…he came out of the elevator when I was in the lobby. He asked me what happened.”

Leery glanced at Dru. “What did this man look like, Mr. Hartman?”

“Oh…I… I didn’t pay him much mind.” He gave a helpless little shrug. “He wore black, I think.”

“What color was his hair?” asked Dru in a serene voice. “His eyes?”

“I…” Hartman gave another helpless shrug. “He put on glasses.”

Leery jotted the detail down in his notes. “Same height as you? Taller? Shorter?”

“A little taller, maybe.”

Leery looked him up and down. “And you’re what, five foot ten?”

“Eleven,” Bill said. “Five foot eleven.”

“Good. See there? You saw more than you think.”

Bill grunted, and his gaze danced to the body bags again. “I think…”

“Yes?” asked Dru.

“David Berman and his son, Ari, I think.” He looked at her with a haunted expression. “From their sizes and shapes.”

“They own the place?” asked Leery.

“My partners,” said Bill. “Usually, I beat them in. I like the quiet in the morning.”

“You are a jeweler, right? You have a lot of precious gems here?”

Bill jerked his head toward a blackened mass of metal with a heavy door standing open. “We did.”

“I see,” said Leery. “Not to be indelicate, Mr. Hartman, but would the Bermans consider doing a deal or two off the books?”

Hartman gazed at him, a spark in his eyes. “What are you saying?”

Leery hitched his shoulders. “Early morning‍—‍”

“Or late-night,” put in Dru.

“‍—‍meeting with persons unknown leads to a robbery and murder. We’ve got to consider it a deal gone bad.”

“At least to rule it out,” said Dru.

“And to do that, we need to know if your partners conducted business off the books regularly. We’re not the IRS, so we don’t care if they did, except it opens certain doors for our investigation.”

Hartman nodded, then blew out his cheeks. “Up until this morning, I’d have said no in an instant, but…”

“Right,” said Leery. “Then you have no idea who they might have had a meeting with?”

Hartman shook his head. “I can’t imagine what would have brought them here after hours. David liked to follow the rules.”

“I see.”

“Ari, though…”

“Yes?” asked Dru. “Ari what?”

“He was more interested in…expediting things, shall we say? More interested in loopholes in the letter of the law than following the spirit of it.”

“I see,” said Leery. “Ari might have been more tempted by a shadowy deal than you and David?”

Hartman nodded. “That’s fair. But I don’t think he would have gone so far as to buy blood diamonds, or, say, help a snack dealer launder money. A sale with no receipt and no taxes paid? Sure. Maybe buying some gemstones without proper paperwork. Perhaps David got wind of it and came down to put a stop to it.”

“Okay,” said Leery. “That gives us something to work on. Is there a Mrs. Berman?”

Bill nodded. “There was. She passed three years ago.”

“Ah. What about Ari? Did he have a wife? A girlfriend?”

“Yes—at least, the last time I spoke to him of such things. Her name was…” Hartman rolled his gaze to the ceiling and lifted a hand to tap two fingers on his lips. “Laura something,” he murmured. “Laura… Laura Hansen? Hapson?” He shook his head. “I have it on my computer. They lived together.”

“Do you have the address?”

Nodding, Hartman took a step toward a blackened lump of twisted plastic, then stopped. “Uh. Yes. I have an offsite backup. It’s at home, actually. I can send you the address as soon as I can leave.”

Leery nodded, turning his attention to the office. “I assume you have an inventory of that safe?”

“Of course,” said Hartman.

“Anything else strike you? Anything look missing besides the contents of the safe?”

Bill glanced around, his shoulders slumped, then sighed. “I can’t tell.”

“Well, maybe after you’ve had a chance to go through things a bit. We’ll start with that address and the safe’s inventory.” Leery fished out a dog-eared business card and handed it over. “Give us a call if you discover something missing. In the meantime, I’d like to set you up with one of our sketch artists. They’re pretty good at helping people remember details. I’ll send the best we’ve got—a guy by the name of Johnny Smith.”

Bill shrugged.

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