#the nighthawk

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…

After a few moments, the door opened and Abigail Brand stood in the doorway, peering at us through her glasses.  She smiled when she looked at my face but looked confused when she glanced at Corva. Back when I was on duty I never would have brought such a young woman along unannounced unless they were a cop. Corva definitely did not match that description. On top of that, her goth appearance was…

The woman opened a binder and quickly pored over a spreadsheet. “Yes, I see that she’s working out of her office right now,” she said. “I need to call down first.” “We understand,” I said. “Do what you have to do.” I tried to give my most courteous smile and hoped that Corva would stay chill. The woman nodded, picked up her phone, and hit some combination of buttons which probably amounted to…

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…