Dark Magic by Swain James

Author:Swain, James [Swain, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-05-21T21:00:00+00:00

They walked back to the mansion, where a limo waited in the drive. Big Daddy did not speak a word, and was visibly shaken. He climbed in, and the limo sped away.

His host waved good-bye. His name was Harold Webster, and he was a founding member of the Order. Webster was well into his sixties, yet looked like a man in his twenties. As part of his pact with the Devil, he had not grown old. In fact, he looked exactly as he had in the prime of his life. It seemed like the perfect arrangement, only his back, which he’d injured playing soccer, always ached. The Devil was funny that way—he never let his subjects forget who was in charge.

Webster walked back to the castle. A hallway took him to the Room of Spirits, an octagon-shaped chamber with an elevated platform on which sat three swivel chairs. Two of the chairs were occupied by the other founding members, Charles Gill and Edward Eastgate. Both looked as they had in their twenties. Gill’s curse was a Cockney accent that he detested, while Eastgate’s nose and teeth remained crooked from when he’d wrecked his car.

Webster took the third chair. It was strange, not growing old. The world around them changed, but they did not. It often made him wonder what would happen if they fell out of favor with the Devil. Would they all suddenly grow old and frail? There was no way of knowing. The Devil held all the cards, while they had nothing.

“How did it go?” Eastgate asked.

“He paid in full,” Webster replied.

“Cash?”

“Of course. Now we just need to make sure that nothing goes wrong Tuesday night. The last thing we need is an angry African dictator after us.”

“Do you think he’d do that?”

“Yes. His country is a shambles. He’s a desperate man.”

They fell silent. Taking risks was part of the game, and so was taking insurance.

“I’m thinking we should help Wolfe with his mission,” Webster suggested.

It was Gill’s turn to speak. “Help him how?”

“We could trick the police into thinking Wolfe is dead. That would give him some breathing room,” Webster said.

“You mean a decoy?”

“It’s worked before. I was in touch with our spy in New York. He found a subject we can use. The man is the same age as Wolfe, and shares the same physical characteristics.”

The elders employed spies on every continent. The operative in New York had provided the information on Wolfe’s hit list, and was reliable.

“Then let’s do it,” Eastgate said.

“I agree,” Gill said.

“Good. We’re in agreement. Are you ready?”

His partners nodded. Webster fingered the control pad on the arm of his chair, causing the domed roof above their heads to slowly part. A hydraulic lift raised the platform into the air until they were outside of the palace, staring at a pale blue sky sprinkled with puffy white clouds.

“Face east toward New York,” Webster instructed them.

They faced the pastoral countryside. Astral projection had been a part of the psychic’s arsenal since the beginning of time.

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