Magic Steals

“I’m a relative of Ida Indrayani, who owns the salon in this building. She was magically attacked, and we’re looking into who might be responsible.”

Steve took a step back. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine for now,” Jim said.

“What the hell is this world coming to?” Steve shook his head. “Was it a sexual assault?”

What? “No,” I said. “It was a magical assault.”

“I keep telling my daughter, you have got to carry Mace. There are perverts and murderers in this world, but what are you going to do? You can’t send children to school in a tank. What happened to basic human kindness? You know, the good things.” Steve waved at the courier. “You can stop scowling, Robbie. Excuse him. We got robbed a year ago. He’s my security. He’s here to look scary.”

“And if things get serious?” Jim asked.

Robbie flexed his chest at him. Oh you silly, silly man.

“Stop that.” Steve waved at him.

“We’re were wondering if you received any offers to sell this property,” I said.

“As a matter of fact, I have. Some lunatic offered me a lot of money for it.” Steve shrugged. “I would’ve taken it, too. My kid wants to go to TCU. Forty grand per year. For-ty. I wrote them back, but I never got a reply. I think it was a bogus offer. The amount of money was outrageous for these premises.”

“If you received a notice, you may be a target as well,” Jim said.

“Well, that’s just great. Fantastic.” Steve shook his head. “Because it’s not enough my people get assaulted on the street, now this, too. One of my guys was riding by a fence last month and it sprouted teeth and tried to eat him. Ruined his back wheel.”

“Do you have any idea who might be wanting this building or why?”

Steve shrugged. “Who knows? Sicko idiots are everywhere. This is what happens when people stop living right. You know, you’ve got to be eating clean. You’ve got to take care of your body. It’s about your carbon and magical footprint. I’ve been here eight years. I’m the oldest business in the building and I’ve got to tell you, it’s nothing special.”

“Thank you for your time.”

“Sure, sure.” Steve pulled a card from the holder and offered it to us. “Think of us if you need to ship something.”

We went outside. “Sexual assault?” I raised my eyebrows.

“He has a daughter. He’s probably constantly worried she’ll get assaulted,” Jim said.

We strolled down to Eleventh Planet.

“You’ve made a weird face,” Jim said.

“I was picturing that guy inside the shop on a bicycle. I can’t do it. But I can picture him with a club in his hand just fine.”

“Imagine that,” Jim said.

“Speaking of weird faces, you smiled in the chiropractor’s office!”

Jim shook his head. “I don’t remember that.”

“I saw it! I was there. It happened, Jim.”

His eyebrows furrowed. His face turned so grim, that if he attempted to smile, it would probably crack and shatter into pieces. “You must be mistaken.”

“Jim!”

He smiled at me. It was a brilliant, dazzling smile. It almost knocked me off my feet. Usually when Jim showed his teeth to people, he did it because he was about to kill them.

“Before I became Chief of Security, I worked for Wendelin. You remember her?”

I did. Wendelin wasn’t someone you’d forget. When she joined the Pack, she decided to call herself Wendelin Fuchs, which stood for Wendelin Fox, just like I chose to call myself Harimau. With my eyesight and aversion for blood, I knew I would be in for a rough road, so I chose my last name because every time I said it, it reminded me that I was a tiger. Wendelin chose hers because she wanted to mislead people. She turned into a wolf, ruthless, cunning, and so scary, even Mahon, the alpha of Clan Heavy who turned into a giant Kodiak, made the effort to avoid her. I had no idea Jim had worked for her. When I met him, he was beta of Clan Cat and as far as I knew, that was all he did. When Curran made him the Chief of Security after Wendelin retired, everyone, including me, was surprised.

“For the first three years with her all I did was covert work,” Jim said. “Pretend to be someone you’re not. Go to the right place at the right time, listen, talk to people, be likeable and be convincing. It wasn’t my favorite part of the job, but I’ve learned to be what people expect me to be. People expect the Chief of Security to be a scary hardass, so I give them that. Werecats expect their alpha to show teeth every time someone steps out of line, so I give them that, too.”

My heart sank. “Does this mean that if I expect caring boyfriend Jim, you’ll give me that?”

“No,” he said. “You just get me the way I am, which means you’re screwed. I’m mostly an asshole.”

I put my hand on the door handle of Eleventh Planet. “Can you do a comic geek?”

“What will I get if I do it?”

“What do you want?”

“Make me dinner tonight,” he said.

Dinner. Offering food was a special thing to the shapeshifters. Our animal counterparts showed affection with food. It said so many things without words. I care about you. I will share what I have with you. I will protect you. And sometimes it said I love you. I’d made him dinner before, but the way he said it now sent little shivers down my back. I forced my voice to sound casual. “You’ve got a deal.”