~ Fin ~
Excerpt from book two; Under the Cover of Wicca.
“That was a very interesting handbook you found,” the Scot said, leafing through the book.
“Really?” Martin forced himself to stare at the flat screen. “How so?”
“It gives a very intimate look at their world. Who they were. What they believed in.”
Barb sat on the armrest next to him. “That group was mostly henchmen. There to recruit more into their coven.”
“Henchmen?" Martin grinned. "That sounds rather diabolical?”
Barb stood up. “You have no idea.”
Martin frowned. “Why do I have a feeling this isn’t the first time you’ve come across them?”
The Scot closed the book and walked back to his desk. “A few years back a magical sect was operating in the area. Their numbers consisted mostly of disgruntled men and women, angry at the world for one reason or another." He picked up a pamphlet off his desk. Martin caught a glimpse of the emblem on the front and a shiver ran up his spine. "Their leader was a twisted, evil person who bargained away his soul for power. We—" Aslin motioned to Barb and Daniel. "—along with our allies, destroyed him and his coven."
"So if you destroyed them, who were those guys at the embassy?"
"New followers," Daniel said.
"Very new." The Scot nodded in agreement. "Untrained in the ways of magic, and playing with forces they didn't understand.”
Martin put his cup down on the table. “Sure looked like they knew what they were doing to me.”
Aslin turned around. “Because of their leader.”
"I thought you said you destroyed him?"
“We did.” Barb swallowed hard before continuing. “But someone brought him back.”
A chill ran up Martin’s spine. “Back from where? The dead?”
Martin caught a flash of panic from Daniel as the young man glanced over at the Scot. "From hell."
Barb nodded. “He must have left instructions to resurrect him, should he be killed.”
Martin picked up his coffee, sat back into the chair and watched the flat screen. First zombies, now evil magical leaders from hell. “Well I’d like to see them resurrect him from the stomach of the Brosnie. Now that would be magic.”
Martin didn’t mean to make fun, but the tension was just a bit heavy and he felt he had to say something to lighten the mood. At least for Barb’s sake. He didn’t care what she said. Something told him this whole ordeal was taking a harder toll on her than she let on.
The news broadcast continued and revealed more information about what happened in the cemetery. The room grew eerily still as the details mimicked the events that took place in the cellar of the Embassy.
“Is it me--” Martin shifted in his seat. “--or does that sound like the exact same thing we just dealt with?”
Barb shot a concerned look at the Scot. “I thought you said Jezryall got all of them.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I believed she did.”
Daniel stood up and walked behind the couch, hands shoved into the pockets of his track pants. “There was more than one dark coven?”
“Impossible,” the Scot said. “He would not have had time to create more than one coven in the time since…”
Martin sat up. “Wait, are you saying there could be more of these dark magic people?”
The Scot took a deep breath. “It appears so.”
He watched as Daniel paced back and forth behind the couch. “We have to stop them before they kill another innocent person or mount another attack on Jezryall.”
“Who is going to attack me?”
Martin jumped at the sound of her voice. He hit the table and splashed some of the coffee out of his cup. He muttered a string of swear words as the Scot motioned to the flat screen.
“It appears our new friends from the Embassy were more numerous than we thought.”
The image of the young girl's legs flashed on the screen again.
“We have to talk to her,” Barb said. “Find out if she's one of them, and if so what they're up to.”
Daniel ran one hand along his dreadlocks. “Couldn't this just be a coincidence? I mean, how do we know she's part of the same group? The media did talk to some of the embassy staff. Couldn't she just be a copycat or something?”
“Do you want to take that chance?” Barb snapped.
Daniel shook his head.
“Neither would I,” the Scot said. “As inept as the coven was, they had access to powerful magic, and that makes them dangerous.”
Jezryall floated over to stand behind the couch. She laid her hand on Barb’s shoulder. “Barbara, call the garage and prepare one of the company vehicles.”
Barb sniffed as she stood up. “Where should I tell them we're going?”
“I would like you and Mr. Cunningham to speak with this young woman at the police station.”
“If we can.” Martin tried to wipe up some of the spilt liquid with the sleeve of his shirt. “The cops won't let just anyone talk to her. Not while she's part of an ongoing investigation.”
Jezryall held up a finger. "Then inform the legal department that they have a new client."
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