"Your boss is a sick fuck giving you clues like that. One wrong step and you could've ended up in the river for accidentally stumbling across Big Jimmie's side business."
"I'm trying to tell you to stear clear of what I'm going to be after. They're trouble and they're nasty and I'll be handling it. And when I get into town, hell, I'll try and tell you a little more but this is a phone and a few of these bastards are smarter and a hell of a lot more tech-savvy than me."
"My boss thinks it's funny if my jacket has holes in it come evening."
Theres a soft sound. He's shaking his head.
"And trust me. You'll realize what's up when we chat. I just want you to know... I mean no harm and I came to you first cause it's really shitty when you jump jurisdiction without talking to the guy in charge in the area."
"Uh, the one I can almost afford isn't far from Cook County Hospital. The Italian Village Restaurants. It's not the best in town, but it'll pass. Thirty minutes enough time? The Beetle's a little sluggish lately."
I hang up the phone and damn, that's the weirdest conversation I've had in a while - which is saying something. I have a lot of weird conversations in my line of work.
Guess I should get going, huh? Hey, dinner meetings work for me. Though I should've told him he was buying.
It's about midnight at the Coyote Ugly and the crowd's pretty thin tonight - it is Monday after all. But, it's the Coyote, and it never has a bad night.
Lil's behind the bar, pouring drinks and dancing to the loud music from the jukebox.
"I was down there and there was an escape. 113 of the nastiest sons of bitches ever to walk the earth got out... and I got tapped to find them. I do it, I get my life back."
"Cause this is where she ran," he growls out tiredly. "And don't talk to me about problems. When you've had a 4000 year old priestess from Hell sleep with your widow, you can talk to me about problems. Till then, you can stuff em. I didn't have to tell you shit and I didn't have to talk to you, but I was trying to play straight."
"Evil mentor enthralled my girlfriend and nearly killed me, my faerie godmother still holds some sort of claim on me and my ex-girlfriend is a half-vampire. I think we're about even - except for the you being dead part," I snarl.
I don't like people snapping at me.
"And you're right, you didn't have to tell me anything, but you did, either because you're a sadistic fuck and like to torture yourself or because you think I might be able to help you, either way, you're getting a free meal, so quit your bitching."
"Actually," he says, teeth a bit clenched, "I didn't want you stumbling into things that could fry your ass to your final destination. Wizard or not, the longer you spend in Hell the more it becomes a part of you and like I said... she'd been there for 4000 years."
He doesn't really give a shit about the rest. 15 years in Hell trumps anything.
"Hell, I stumble into stuff like that just fine all on my own. I'm damn sure I don't need help. Of course, you do realize that now I'm going to end up part of this, right?"
So, sitting here in my office, just finished yet another book and I glance at the phone that hasn't rung all day. Then I remember that it rang yesterday and I had a conversation with a strange man. I should probably let Murph know that something's probably up.
I pick up the reciever, dial the number for her office and wait for her to pick up...
"You bet. Oh, the guy who tipped me off is named Stone. Try not to fill him full of holes when you first meet him. No matter how much he might deserve it."