"Reunion" part 1
Dark and stormy nights are bullshit. Beautiful, but people in my line of work tend to have shit hit the fan
on those nights. I have reached an age I never expected to ever get to, and I can feel bones creak,
muscles not react like they used to, heartburn and sincerely when did sleeping become a thing that I
can do wrong? But I cannot think of that right now, someone needs my help.
Beating the shit out of those thugs was the easy part, but it ate up time, the trail is getting cold again.
Then it happens, the cellphone, her cellphone. They took her through here and she was smart enough
to drop it. It’s broken and there is no way to get it to work, but that’s not what I need. Divination was
never my savvy, but you don’t need to be Madam Zelda to do a simple tracking spell. Blood’s not in
short supply, so a quick bit of spit and a little bit of hoodoo later gets the trail hot once more.
“I’m comin, and hell's coming with me.”
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