The Scargill Cove Case Files: An Arcane Society Story (A Penguin Group eSpecial from Jove) Read Free Page A

hot. Went into deep hiding. But why no rumors about the weapons in all this time?
     
     
    If Hooker and his partners had used the weapons themselves or sold them on the black market, there would have been rumors.
     
     
    Looked into the victim’s past. Got nothing on Hooker. Time to take another look at the client. Fitch.
     
     
    I go deep online, looking for anything I can find on Fitch. His past is squeaky clean, just like Hooker’s.
     
     
    I’ve got my red flag. Fitch is too clean. Why was he so anxious for me to investigate Hooker’s death?
     
     
    Grid’s getting hotter now. Fitch didn’t come to me because he was worried about some bad energy in his shop.
     
     
    Fitch hired me to find something that he couldn’t find himself: Hooker’s stash of crystal guns. It’s all coming together now.
     
     
    Hooker, Fitch, and a third man stole the crystal guns. But Hooker betrayed his two partners. Disappeared with the guns.
     
     
    Classic falling-out among thieves scenario. Took Fitch years to find Hooker here in Scargill Cove.
     
     
    Must have been a quarrel. Hooker died without revealing the location of the crystal guns. Fitch hit a wall so he hired a psychic PI.
     
     
    Fitch hopes that my investigation will lead to the crystal guns. Once he has them, figures he’ll get rid of me. No loose ends.
     
     
    Need more answers and there’s only one place to get them. I leave the office and walk down the street to Fitch’s bookshop.
     
     
    I’m running hot now. In the zone. The grid is blazing. Nothing like a lot of adrenaline and psi to heat the blood.
     
     
    Bookshop is open but Fitch isn’t behind the counter. I go downstairs to the vault room. Fitch is waiting. With a gun.
     
     
    You know, he says. I tell him I know some of it, but not all. It’s about the crystal guns, I say.
     
     
    He tells me they stole three of them, one for each man. But Hooker turned on them. Disappeared with all three guns.
     
     
    I ask about the third man. Fitch says after they stole the guns, another agent named Craigmore came looking for them.
     
     
    Craigmore got to Brock. Killed him. But never found Fitch or Hooker or the three guns. Eventually Craigmore stopped looking.
     
     
    I don’t tell Fitch that Craigmore stopped looking because he had bigger fish to fry. Instead I ask how Hooker died.
     
     
    Fitch says that after all these years he finally found Hooker here in Scargill Cove. Confronted him down here in the basement.
     
     
    Fitch says there was an argument. Hooker refused to give up the guns. Why? I ask. He never used them. Never sold them.
     
     
    Fitch says Hooker had a change of heart after they stole the guns. He decided they were too dangerous. So he hid them.
     
     
    Fitch says Hooker planned to take the secret to his grave. Which is exactly what he did. So how did Hooker end up in the vault?
     
     
    Fitch says during the argument, Hooker clutched his chest. Looked like he was having a heart attack. Stumbled into the vault.
     
     
    Fitch says Hooker pulled the vault door closed. It locked. Fitch couldn’t get it open.
     
     
    I understand now. Hooker was dying. Knew he had only one chance to leave me a message. Locked himself in the vault.
     
     
    The dying Hooker scratched his message in code on the inside of the bank vault door, hoping that eventually I’d find it.
     
     
    I look at Fitch. You asked me to investigate because you couldn’t find the crystal guns yourself, I say.
     
     
    Fitch says that I failed. Says it’s time to tie up loose ends. I’m going to have the same kind of heart attack that killed Hooker.
     
     
    The wave of cold psychic energy comes at me like a tsunami, crashing across my senses. Killing energy. Fitch is generating it.
     
     
    Always knew there was something about Fitch. Guy is a powerful talent. Very few can kill with psychic energy.
     
     
    The icy mind blast is freezing my para-senses. Power like this can stop the human heart. I now know