Shadow Detective Supernatural Dark Urban Fantasy Series: Books 4-6 (Shadow Detective Boxset Book 2) by Massa William

Author:Massa, William [Massa, William]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

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The masked auctioneer cut a menacing presence as he held up the magical Noh mask, his voice reverberating through the crowded theater. “This unique piece was donated by our good friend Mike Raven, who decided to grace us with his presence tonight.”

His words confirmed that I was in deep shit. My eyes ticked back and forth. Guards flanked the aisles of the theater. Their eyes flashed with fanatical glee as they tightly gripped their machine pistols.

God, I hate cultists even more than vampires.

Had I really thought I could pull a fast one on the Crimson Circle? They must have detected the magic of the Noh mask a mile away. I figured protective wards, invisible to the naked eye, had been placed in strategic locations around the theater. I was about to learn the hard way that a half-baked plan could be an express ticket to a world of hurt.

I considered my options. I could rush down the aisles and blast my way out of the theater, but it would most likely end with me going down in a hail of lead—minus the glory. Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought a bulletproof vest to this party. And there was the question of the spell-slinger who had removed the Noh mask right off my face. My gut told me that the spell had been cast by someone other than the auctioneer. Magic took a ton of concentration and the masked man onstage had been busy making his sales pitch. No, someone else far more dangerous lurked in the theater.

The Seal of Solomon would protect me from a direct attack, but the mage might try to alter the environment and turn it against me. Better to not dwell on the possibilities. Fear would paralyze me when action was called for. Gambling that the spellcaster might be momentarily spent after the dramatic stunt with the Noh mask, I made my move.

A single row of seats separated me from the stage and the freak in the silver mask.

Even if the auctioneer wasn’t the brains behind this operation, he represented an important link in the chain. If I could reach the stage and take him hostage, I might have a fighting chance.

Mind made up, I sprang to my feet, Hellseeker primed for action. Moving swiftly, I hurtled over the seats.

The nice folks who had gathered for this mad auction gawked at me. The armed guards wouldn’t dare open fire unless they wanted to kill a few of their potentials bidders in the process. I doubted they had any respect for human life, but fatalities among the city’s elite would not be good for any future occult fundraisers. Publicity of any sort was about the last thing the cult needed as it sank its claws back into this city.

The cultists drew their guns, and the crowd in the theater reacted accordingly. Wisely, no one pulled the trigger, at least not yet. The panicked shouts were multiplying by the time I reached the stage.

Adrenaline spiking, I wrapped my hand around the neck of the auctioneer.

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