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man could take the long way home, assuming there was one. I had no problem with anyone visiting the library when I did.
Bill crossed the dimensions and greeted me. “Good evening, Rue. It’s good to see you. Would you like a bottle?”
Something inside me leaped to attention. “No, thank you. I’ve just had my meal.”
Bill looked at me with an odd expression, and too late I recalled he could read my thoughts. I performed a fruitless effort to block him out, but he made no comment about my lie. Bill tended not to involve himself too much with others’ situations except when it overlapped library business.
“I would like to search the underweb for a job,” I said. “Do you mind if I take a peek?” One didn’t just use Bill’s a facilities willy nilly. One always got permission.
“You have access at home.” He said it matter-of-factly. I wondered if he hadn’t read in my head about the changes I had caused. Then again, I hadn’t been thinking about it so maybe not.
“Um, Nathan is out of town, and he took his laptop with him. I apparently don’t own one anymore.”
Lily passed through the table and faced me. “Why do you say ‘apparently,’ Rue? Don’t you know?”
“I used to have a laptop, but recently almost everything I owned has, uh, shifted around.”
She was about to ask another question, but Bill distracted her. He gave his permission for me to use the equipment, and soon I searched the underweb for a job. At least, I knew there existed plenty of creatures who were nocturnal like me. You might think I would run into the same problem Nathan had when people feared hiring him because they thought he would eat them. No, not quite. I could always find someone willing to use a vampire for their own purposes. That didn’t mean they liked me.
“Factory worker,” I mused and wrinkled my nose. They packed and shipped spices. That was asking for pain. I ran my finger down the list. So many jobs for unskilled labor, so little time. I had come down in my little world having been a schoolteacher in the past. Transferring bodies meant I couldn’t use the old degree or references. Not to mention no one in my hometown knew who I was now or where I lived. They all believed the lie Ian and I had provided for them.
On the second page of the list, I came across an interesting opening, just posted ten minutes ago, according to the tag. Odd that it should fall back so far. I had no idea why I even stopped to read or for that matter click on the link. Maybe because it blinked off and on at me.
“Lock picker,” I murmured to myself. “Are they really asking to hire someone to break into places? Is there no law enforcement for the underworld?”
“Perhaps it doesn’t mean what you think,” Bill said.
I read further and found out he was right. Ilsa’s Charm Shop was looking for a lock picker, meaning she wanted someone to dispel traps. “Sounds dangerous. She means breaks magical spells, I bet. I can do that.”
Bill agreed. “If anyone can, it’s probably you.”
I beamed. “I’m going to call her.”
“Better yet, honey, come on down to the shop!”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Ilsa’s face appeared on the screen and that she was listening in on my interest in the job. The last time I had found her ad on the underweb, she had appeared there, although being human she couldn’t actually enter the library.
Recalling on several occasions I had dispelled magic with just a touch or being in the vicinity, if Ilsa was willing to pay me for doing nothing and being myself, I was going to apply for the position. I left the library and headed over to the French Quarter to her voodoo shop. If one wasn’t looking for it, one would pass it by. I wondered if there was a spell that kept it that way but decided that couldn’t be the case. Otherwise, she wouldn’t get any clients.
I already knew the dark and spooky atmosphere of the shop crammed to the gills with items was just a front. Ilsa
Bill crossed the dimensions and greeted me. “Good evening, Rue. It’s good to see you. Would you like a bottle?”
Something inside me leaped to attention. “No, thank you. I’ve just had my meal.”
Bill looked at me with an odd expression, and too late I recalled he could read my thoughts. I performed a fruitless effort to block him out, but he made no comment about my lie. Bill tended not to involve himself too much with others’ situations except when it overlapped library business.
“I would like to search the underweb for a job,” I said. “Do you mind if I take a peek?” One didn’t just use Bill’s a facilities willy nilly. One always got permission.
“You have access at home.” He said it matter-of-factly. I wondered if he hadn’t read in my head about the changes I had caused. Then again, I hadn’t been thinking about it so maybe not.
“Um, Nathan is out of town, and he took his laptop with him. I apparently don’t own one anymore.”
Lily passed through the table and faced me. “Why do you say ‘apparently,’ Rue? Don’t you know?”
“I used to have a laptop, but recently almost everything I owned has, uh, shifted around.”
She was about to ask another question, but Bill distracted her. He gave his permission for me to use the equipment, and soon I searched the underweb for a job. At least, I knew there existed plenty of creatures who were nocturnal like me. You might think I would run into the same problem Nathan had when people feared hiring him because they thought he would eat them. No, not quite. I could always find someone willing to use a vampire for their own purposes. That didn’t mean they liked me.
“Factory worker,” I mused and wrinkled my nose. They packed and shipped spices. That was asking for pain. I ran my finger down the list. So many jobs for unskilled labor, so little time. I had come down in my little world having been a schoolteacher in the past. Transferring bodies meant I couldn’t use the old degree or references. Not to mention no one in my hometown knew who I was now or where I lived. They all believed the lie Ian and I had provided for them.
On the second page of the list, I came across an interesting opening, just posted ten minutes ago, according to the tag. Odd that it should fall back so far. I had no idea why I even stopped to read or for that matter click on the link. Maybe because it blinked off and on at me.
“Lock picker,” I murmured to myself. “Are they really asking to hire someone to break into places? Is there no law enforcement for the underworld?”
“Perhaps it doesn’t mean what you think,” Bill said.
I read further and found out he was right. Ilsa’s Charm Shop was looking for a lock picker, meaning she wanted someone to dispel traps. “Sounds dangerous. She means breaks magical spells, I bet. I can do that.”
Bill agreed. “If anyone can, it’s probably you.”
I beamed. “I’m going to call her.”
“Better yet, honey, come on down to the shop!”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Ilsa’s face appeared on the screen and that she was listening in on my interest in the job. The last time I had found her ad on the underweb, she had appeared there, although being human she couldn’t actually enter the library.
Recalling on several occasions I had dispelled magic with just a touch or being in the vicinity, if Ilsa was willing to pay me for doing nothing and being myself, I was going to apply for the position. I left the library and headed over to the French Quarter to her voodoo shop. If one wasn’t looking for it, one would pass it by. I wondered if there was a spell that kept it that way but decided that couldn’t be the case. Otherwise, she wouldn’t get any clients.
I already knew the dark and spooky atmosphere of the shop crammed to the gills with items was just a front. Ilsa
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