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body to the floor and carefully nudged a broom under the bed, the bristles pointing to the foot. It was her own method of a dreamcatcher. “No more bad dreams.”
    She moved around the bedroom and sitting room lighting cleansing incense. She knew it would take more than enchanting the bed. She needed to treat all the rooms in the house. Once she finished, she felt a calming air float around her, infusing her with serenity. Surroundings guaranteed to give her a good night’s sleep.
    â€œIt’s all magick,” she whispered with a smile.
    ***
    It was a simple task. Run in, get her money from Dweezil, and run out. She figured it wouldn’t take more than thirty seconds, tops.
    Except she was dealing with Dweezil.
    The minute Jazz stepped inside the customer area of All Creatures Limo Service she knew Dweezil had finally done it.
    He had lost his ever-lovin’ mind.
    After Dweezil fired Mindy and she left to start up a car service fully backed by her family’s money, he had gone through office staff like a cold sufferer went through tissues. Every time Jazz came in, someone new manned the counter. A few were pretty decent. Most of them weren’t. But this new one...
    â€œMay I help you?” This receptionist’s voice was low and deliberate as if she had to carefully think through each word.
    Hmm, this one could last longer than most. Jazz stared at the tall, rail-thin woman with unhealthy grayish skin. Her hair could only be described as dusty white and was pulled back in a severe bun. Without even a smidge of makeup for color, the woman looked like a living, so to speak, black-and-white photograph. As she spoke, tiny flakes of skin drifted down to the counter. She was falling apart. Literally.
    â€œI’m Jazz. I’m one of the drivers.”
    â€œOh yes.” She tapped a pencil against the counter causing the little fingernail on her left hand to fall off and bounce on the surface. She ignored the nail lying by her hand as she picked up the phone. “I’ll announce you to Master Dweezil.”
    â€œNo need.” Jazz breezed past, wrinkling her nose at the faintly musty smell of long dead flesh.
    â€œBut he insists all visitors be announced!” As she spun around, a few patches of loose skin drifted through the air.
    â€œHe insists on a lot. That doesn’t mean he gets it.” Jazz opened the inner office door and slipped inside, closing it behind her. “Honestly, D, with so many creatures looking for work, you have to hire a zombie?” She dropped into the chair in front of his desk. “And insisting she call you Master Dweezil? A bit much, isn’t it?”
    Dweezil looked up from the paperwork he had been reading and groaned. For a moment it looked as if the incredibly hairy bits above his eyebrows were wriggling on their own. She always swore those things were real caterpillars. “Whaddya want?”
    â€œIt’s payday.” She smiled brightly. “So don’t worry, I won’t be here long.”
    He opened his desk drawer, pulled out an envelope, and tossed it across the desk. “As if my fuckin’ life isn’t bad enough.”
    â€œProof of that is standing out front behind your counter. Someone whose nails and skin fall off isn’t exactly good for customer relations. I won’t even go into office hygiene requirements.”
    â€œGrevia’s a good worker,” he mumbled, his skin turning a darker olive shade while a burnt almond smell emanated from his skin. Proof he was feeling pretty agitated. But then Dweezil usually was disconcerted. “So don’t give her any shit.”
    â€œYeah, like my complaints trump your tantrums.” Jazz narrowed her gaze in thought when Dweezil didn’t snap back at her. Snitty moods were his natural state. A downcast Dweezil was unusual. “Okay, what’s wrong now?”
    For a moment she thought he was going to cry and she didn’t think