Macyntire & Hough (A Paranormal Romance) (The Macyntire & Hough Saga) by Kendrick Franklin

Author:Kendrick, Franklin [Kendrick, Franklin]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Kendrick Press
Published: 2013-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen:

Friday - 5:00pm

Haures crossed Congress Street, busy as always, and made his way along the brick-laid sidewalk against the State Theater Building. He carried a rolled piece of canvas, tied in the middle with a ribbon. The wind tugged at it, but Haures gripped it tight to keep it from being tugged into the street and run over. Once he made it to the other side the wind was buffered by the building and he held the canvas loosely.

The hulking stone building dwarfed all the structures around it. This place was a haven for artists. Numerous posters and artwork was displayed in every window. Haures felt like he knew the labyrinthine corridors better than anyone in the city. It took him years to track down a glass sculptor who could create art with the high standards that he demanded. When it came to storing his soul collection, there was no room for imperfection.

The entrance hall was shockingly small for a building so large. Haures passed a tiny gift shop and approached the ancient gilded elevator. The carriage was elsewhere on another floor, so he pressed the call button.

He was glad the elevator wasn't immediately available. He enjoyed watching the intricate doors slide open, draped in mirrors and fancy metalwork. The carriage arrived and he stepped on board, selected the fourth floor, and the doors closed.

Everything trembled as he was pulled upwards. He inhaled before looking around the carriage. Nothing seemed to be unusual. He expected to see Courtney appear, but there was no sign of the poltergeist anywhere. For once, he was truly alone on the elevator trip.

It was a short walk to Fehling Glassworks once he arrived on the fourth floor. The trip took him around a sharp corner and down a few doors. If he didn't know that the tiny studio was there, it might have been invisible or nonexistent. He was Fehling's most reliable patron, so as long as he had his own job collecting souls, the place was never in danger of going under.

The doorway was simple, made of smoked glass with black lettering painted at eye level. Haures pushed the door open with a long, low creak.

The sitting area was comprised of old velvet chairs and a coffee table. A lamp filtered light through the room, illuminating the dust motes that danced around the space. A long wall-to-wall counter separated the customer area from the actual workspace. A shade was hung from the ceiling above that counter and reminded Haures of a bank curtain. CLOSED was printed on the curtain in the same neat script as the front door.

Haures barely had time to sit down before Jonathan Fehling appeared behind the counter.

“Haures!” he wiped his red hands off with a dirty rag. “I didn't know you were stopping by! Don't tell me Pyro neglected to tell you that I gave him your latest shipment?”

“He told me,” Haures waved a hand dismissively.

“Oh, good,” Fehling said, wiping some sweat from his brow before examining the rag in his hands.

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