Black Magic Is Taboo for Good Reason by Anni Jayde

Author:Anni Jayde [Jayde, Anni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Seize The Night Publishing Agency
Published: 2019-07-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

We’d arrived during rush hour. The teleporting room was crammed full of witches and warlocks who were heading home. Dominic forged his way through the crowd since he was a lot bigger than I was. Jess did her best to stay behind me, but she occasionally brushed up against the living and they shivered at her spectral coolness.

Emerging into the hallway, we moved away from the crowd and I called Toby Jenkins. “This is a nice surprise,” he said when he answered.

“Are you still at work?” I asked.

“I was just about to leave, but I’m still in my office. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I need you to help me identify someone. Can my client and I come and visit you?”

“Of course. When will you arrive?”

“We’re already here. We’ll head to your office now.”

“I’ll have coffee and snacks ready,” he said, picking up on my serious tone.

“Who are we meeting with?” Dominic asked.

“His name is Toby Jenkins.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t he the warlock who helped you take down the former Council leaders?”

“That’s him,” I confirmed as I led the way to Toby’s office.

“Does he really wear garish suits instead of the usual black and white uniform?” Dominic asked in a low voice.

“You’ll see for yourself in a minute,” I said with a small smirk.

“Your ghostly friend would probably get along well with Mr. Jenkins,” Dominic mused. “Her outfit is pretty memorable.”

Jess gave an indignant squawk and a couple of ghosts who were drifting past us snickered. They knew who we were and word would undoubtedly spread that we’d come to pay Toby a visit.

“She died in the eighties,” I explained.

“I could tell by her crimped hair and electric blue eyeshadow,” Dominic said. He dredged up a grin, but it vanished almost immediately.

When we reached Toby’s office, I knocked and he called out for us to enter. Dominic did a double take when he saw Toby’s outfit of choice. He was wearing a purple suit, a yellow shirt and an orange tie. “Toby Jenkins, this is Dominic Romney,” I said in introduction. Toby was a big fan of color and several gaudy paintings hung on the walls. His desk was fairly plain, but he had several shelves on the wall behind it. A variety of toys and figurines stood on the shelves. Most seemed to be from movies and computer games. A bookshelf took up the wall to the left. It was filled with sci-fi books and comics.

The pair shook hands and Toby closed the door, correctly assuming we wanted privacy. A tray with a coffeepot, a teapot, three mugs and cream and sugar sat on his desk along with a plate of cookies. “I’d say I’m delighted to meet you, but I sense something tragic has occurred,” Toby said to my client. Somewhere in his thirties, he was chubby and had receding brown hair. His accent was British, but it wasn’t as posh as Haydn’s.

“I’d kill for some coffee,” I said and headed for his guest chairs.

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