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death the toll, with this hex I curse your soul. So mote it be.”

lenses of the John Lennon specs his eyes were terrified. He licked his pale lips.

“Uh-huh,” I said. I sounded like Jake.

him beyond the fact that he was finishing up an undisclosed undergrad program at UCLA

kind of way, as though I still didn’t get it.

your problems, but this particular problem rang a few bells for me. Or so I thought at the

Boulevard. My ten-year-old Bronco was on its last legs, and Jake seemed to believe that I was

“Gave him eight hundred bucks. Told him to take Wanda Witch away for the

tequila sunset. Palm trees rustled overhead. Tinny Christmas carols issued from the

I watched Jake’s blond and buff reflection materialize behind me in the windshield.

year of life. We’re looking at twenty minutes of terror. Tops.”

part in a class on demonology or witchcraft about a year ago. I guess somebody inhaled too

Red and green Christmas lights strung across the lot flashed on. They reminded me of

across the street. I remembered I hadn’t stopped for lunch. My stomach growled. I wondered

“You shop around, you compare prices, you get the vehicle right for you,” he observed,

was right, too. Climate controlled. What did that mean? Air conditioning?

was the victim of a ritual killing.”

that’s all. You hired him through a temp agency. You think they ran a serious security

lot of kids are attracted to it.”

Forester.

coerced.

planter bristling with plastic bougainvillea.

“I don’t know. You seem preoccupied.”

because he was a cop – that the job was tough enough without having to go to war with the

complicated. Jake despised himself for being sexually attracted to men. Though he had been a

certain tension between us that I sometimes feared could never completely be resolved.

he was less active in the clubs these days.

Crime, the weekly writing group I hosted at the bookstore.

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