#john redcross

Abby reached over and turned up the music as she went page by page through the folder. I leaned back in my chair and tried to relax. People out there were in danger of dying but I had to approach this calmly.  If I rushed, I would miss something important. At best it would take me longer to find out what was going on and at worst the culprit would evade me and kill more people with impunity. Of…

I looked over at Corva who was deep in thought. “Look, I’m sorry. You’re sorry.  We’re all sorry,” I said, trying to clear the air. “I’ll pay for your coffee and we can move on, ok?” She nodded and smiled slightly. “So where are we going first?” she asked. Her eyes were inquisitive and curious. “I have to visit a coroner friend of mine but that will probably be pretty boring for you,” I said.…

After what seemed an eternity she spoke again.  “To use terms you might be familiar with, Witch breeds have the ability to manipulate energy and matter,” Corva said. “In short, we can use magic spells kind of like the legendary figures Merlin or Gandalf.” My eyes went wide and somehow I managed to keep my voice down while simultaneously not choking on my pancakes.  Sometimes I amaze…

“You certainly get right to the point,” Corva said with a shrug. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you what I am and explain a bit. After all, we are going to be working together.”  “We’re working together?” I asked. This young woman sure was pushy.  “We are,” Corva said, her eyes making it clear that she was not backing down. “Of course, detectives work with a partner, right? In the…

The Nighthawk Pt. 3

What about this case? Would I be doing the right thing by figuring out what was going on here? Would I be protecting the people of this city? I thought of the people in that folder. They were all drug users but that did not really make them innocent or guilty. Their criminal records might show that they had dark spirits and stained souls but I believed that nobody deserved to die before their…

The Nighthawk Pt. 3

“Stealing from the police? Is that wise?” I asked. “It’s a copy, smart guy,” Mr. Black said. “We haven’t stayed under the radar for several millennia slipping up like that. Listen, just look over the file and decide if you want to saddle up on this one. If you don’t want to get involved, just burn the file and nobody will be pissed. You just don’t get paid double your usual fee and you don’t get…

The Nighthawk Pt. 2

“Don’t run. I mean ya no harm.” The voice said from no visible mouth whatsoever. My response was a stunned silence with a renewed hawk-like watching of the puddle. I also might have definitely let loose a string of unrepeatable swear words. Alright, I definitely said the swear words. Meanwhile, the puddle was doing an awful lot of moving which looked disturbingly like it was animated by Ray…