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company, to what do I owe
thanks for this summons?”
I leaned against the doorway, “Wannna save the world
again?”
“Any particular reason why we should save it at this
particular moment?”
“Remember that can of worms you and I pushed to the back of
the pantry? Well, Dad decided to open it. We're mixed up in some fun with Mr.
Smith. Again.”
I handed him the growing folder of the stuff I’d gotten
from both Xiaoming’s pad and the wall safe. Killian grabbed the whole jug of
orange juice. Guess he figured he probably was gonna need a drink after this.
He picked up the folder and started thumbing his way through, his eyes getting
bigger with each passing page.
I summarized recent events for him as he read, “Dad was
attacked by some werewolves over at Xiaoming's place because of some jade comb
that went with that brass comb we brought over. So, he has that comb and is headed
out to Ghost Town to get rid of it. I have to go pick up a matching quartz
comb and meet him there. Somewhere along the line I also have to find a
necklace that can trap souls. I’d handle it myself, except Vaclav left me a
lovely little note on the windshield of my car saying he was going to kill Mr.
Smith, which I'd give to you to read, except it spontaneously combusted.”
Killian walked into the living room and took a big long
swig.
“So, I need to find a comb, get it to my dad, and try not
to get my client killed by Vaclav. You in?”
Killian looked down at the file, “Killing Mr. Smith... we
are positive this is undesirable?”
Chapter 15
“Is it too late to renegotiate the terms of this
engagement?” asked Killian as a scorpion scuttled across our path.
"Come on. It's just a little desert critter," I
said.
"I prefer woodland creatures."
"Like what?"
"Bears and wolves."
I elbowed him in the ribs, "Who knew a big guy like
you was scared of an itty bitty bug?"
"Who knew a mortal like you was afraid of
ghosts."
"That was a secret I told you in confidence,
elf."
It was early afternoon. We were a little later getting
started than I would have liked, but traffic between Los Angeles and Calico had
decided to make us its bitch. Fortunately, the sun was still pretty high in
the sky and Mr. Smith had included a treasure map in his “Welcome to Your New
Gig” Info Packet. We had parked out by a bunch of RVs and campers and followed
the hiking trails, which skirted Calico proper.
We were on the far side of this great big hill, which was a
part of the Silver King Mine. Evidently it was like a honeycomb inside with something
like thirty-miles worth of warren-like tunnels. The paperwork said Mr. Smith
thought the hairpiece was in the old Glory Hole, the great big pit that made
boys into men and fortunes were won. No, not the town’s cat house. The Glory
Hole, home of the muthalode.
There was a tiny little doorway in the side of the
mountain. The rocks were black with all the silver, almost $2 million still
left in the soil, according to the "Fun Facts" list. I gave a low
whistle, “We could make a killing with all this ore.”
“Indeed, we could become very wealthy.”
“I meant we could kill a bunch of monsters with it,
Killian.”
“That, too.”
I pointed at the gully we’d have to walk through in order
to get down to the entrance, “The good news is that the silver ore should make
traveling through this path uncomfortable enough to keep away any magical
creatures.”
“As long as they have not found the quartz comb yet…”
“Yes, as long as they have not found the quartz comb yet,
party pooper. We should get moving before they beat us to it, unless there are
some more of my hopes you'd like to dash. Shall we?” I asked, putting on my
spelunking hat.
Killian swept his arm, “After you.”
“I don’t think that’s particularly the chivalrous thing to
do in this case.”
“I am sure it is.”
“I think you should go before me,” I said as we
thanks for this summons?”
I leaned against the doorway, “Wannna save the world
again?”
“Any particular reason why we should save it at this
particular moment?”
“Remember that can of worms you and I pushed to the back of
the pantry? Well, Dad decided to open it. We're mixed up in some fun with Mr.
Smith. Again.”
I handed him the growing folder of the stuff I’d gotten
from both Xiaoming’s pad and the wall safe. Killian grabbed the whole jug of
orange juice. Guess he figured he probably was gonna need a drink after this.
He picked up the folder and started thumbing his way through, his eyes getting
bigger with each passing page.
I summarized recent events for him as he read, “Dad was
attacked by some werewolves over at Xiaoming's place because of some jade comb
that went with that brass comb we brought over. So, he has that comb and is headed
out to Ghost Town to get rid of it. I have to go pick up a matching quartz
comb and meet him there. Somewhere along the line I also have to find a
necklace that can trap souls. I’d handle it myself, except Vaclav left me a
lovely little note on the windshield of my car saying he was going to kill Mr.
Smith, which I'd give to you to read, except it spontaneously combusted.”
Killian walked into the living room and took a big long
swig.
“So, I need to find a comb, get it to my dad, and try not
to get my client killed by Vaclav. You in?”
Killian looked down at the file, “Killing Mr. Smith... we
are positive this is undesirable?”
Chapter 15
“Is it too late to renegotiate the terms of this
engagement?” asked Killian as a scorpion scuttled across our path.
"Come on. It's just a little desert critter," I
said.
"I prefer woodland creatures."
"Like what?"
"Bears and wolves."
I elbowed him in the ribs, "Who knew a big guy like
you was scared of an itty bitty bug?"
"Who knew a mortal like you was afraid of
ghosts."
"That was a secret I told you in confidence,
elf."
It was early afternoon. We were a little later getting
started than I would have liked, but traffic between Los Angeles and Calico had
decided to make us its bitch. Fortunately, the sun was still pretty high in
the sky and Mr. Smith had included a treasure map in his “Welcome to Your New
Gig” Info Packet. We had parked out by a bunch of RVs and campers and followed
the hiking trails, which skirted Calico proper.
We were on the far side of this great big hill, which was a
part of the Silver King Mine. Evidently it was like a honeycomb inside with something
like thirty-miles worth of warren-like tunnels. The paperwork said Mr. Smith
thought the hairpiece was in the old Glory Hole, the great big pit that made
boys into men and fortunes were won. No, not the town’s cat house. The Glory
Hole, home of the muthalode.
There was a tiny little doorway in the side of the
mountain. The rocks were black with all the silver, almost $2 million still
left in the soil, according to the "Fun Facts" list. I gave a low
whistle, “We could make a killing with all this ore.”
“Indeed, we could become very wealthy.”
“I meant we could kill a bunch of monsters with it,
Killian.”
“That, too.”
I pointed at the gully we’d have to walk through in order
to get down to the entrance, “The good news is that the silver ore should make
traveling through this path uncomfortable enough to keep away any magical
creatures.”
“As long as they have not found the quartz comb yet…”
“Yes, as long as they have not found the quartz comb yet,
party pooper. We should get moving before they beat us to it, unless there are
some more of my hopes you'd like to dash. Shall we?” I asked, putting on my
spelunking hat.
Killian swept his arm, “After you.”
“I don’t think that’s particularly the chivalrous thing to
do in this case.”
“I am sure it is.”
“I think you should go before me,” I said as we
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