The Unbelievable Mr Brownstone Omnibus by Michael Anderle

Author:Michael Anderle [Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-01-23T07:00:00+00:00

Ad Aeternitatem,

Michael Anderle

One Bad Decision

The Unbelievable Mr. Brownstone Book 10

1

Debbie wrinkled her nose as an acrid odor escaped the wide-bottomed bottle sitting on the counter in front of her. She sighed and lifted a beaker filled with glowing azure liquid and poured it into the frothy mixture in the bottle. The stench grew stronger, forcing her to back up.

She coughed and waved her hand in front of her face. “Damn, this crap smells bad. Hope my neighbors just assume I’m smoking pot again.”

There’d been far too many close calls with the police lately. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay in the apartment, as much as she enjoyed the location.

The doorbell rang, and a soft knock followed.

Debbie rolled her eyes. “I hate it when clients show up early. Late I understand, but early? You’ll mess up my spells. If you’re paying for quality, you have to give me the time for quality, idiots.”

She wanted to give them a piece of her mind, but her clients weren’t the kind of men you risked casually insulting.

The witch made her way to the door after another soft knock. She reached over and pulled the door open, fully expecting a few not-so-fine gentlemen from the local Russian Mafia.

Nope. Not her clients, but a broad-shouldered well-muscled black man in a suit and sunglasses. A platinum-blonde teenage girl watched from several yards back.

Debbie tilted her head. It was almost as if the girl’s hair wasn’t blonde, but white, with the black at the roots. Months overdue for a new dye job, apparently.

The witch narrowed her eyes. She shouldn’t be worrying about the hair color of some random girl. She needed to figure out who these people were and get rid of them before her clients showed up. The combination of the man in a suit and the girl suggested religious proselytizers.

She needed many things in life. Religion wasn’t one of them.

The man cleared his throat. “You Debbie?”

The witch frowned. Maybe not religious nuts after all, or maybe knowing her name was part of their conversion strategy.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “I’m very busy right now, so I don’t have time to buy whatever it is that you’re selling or take whatever pamphlets you’re offering. I also don’t vote, and I don’t sign petitions.”

The man laughed. “You’re just a real pillar of the community, ain’t you, Debbie?”

“Go away. Now.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, ma’am. I’m Shorty. I’m with the Brownstone Agency.” He reached up to adjust his tie. “You have a level two bounty on you for illegal distribution of controlled substances, including dust.” He smiled. “Come along quietly, and we can go down to the station all nice and peaceful like. I don’t like getting rough with ladies, even when they are criminals, so be nice, okay?”

Debbie scoffed. A bounty hunter. An idiot bounty hunter who had underestimated her at that. She didn’t share his concerns about hurting people, man or woman. Her hand drifted toward her pocket.

“Shorty, be careful, I can see magi—” the girl behind him called.

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