About Justice

by Sara Bell
35 pages / 15000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-189-1, 1-60370-189-3
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Professional medium Marc doesn't put too much stock in the Tarot. That's his sister Maggie's job. So when the Justice card turns up lot in his life, he thinks his sis is trying to tell him something. Turns out it's more like a new job that's calling his name.

When he gets to the new job, Marc is shocked to see his old lover, Dean. Dean is having serious problems with evil entities and needs Marc's help. Marc is not sure he's willing to take the case, but he might be convinced that Dean is worth the trouble. And the danger.

Sample

Marc leaned back against the seat, his eyes sharp on the horizon, even though he could see no further than the van's headlights allowed. "You sure this guy didn't give you any details about the job?"

"I already told you, he refused to discuss it. Wouldn't even give his name, just said his place was haunted, and that's all he was saying until he could speak with you in person." Will shrugged. "Some clients want to deal straight with the boss."

"Maybe, but if he wants us to take this case, he has to understand we're a team. He can't get me without taking us all." On that, Marc was firm. He was no prima donna. He needed Maggie and the others to keep him grounded as he worked to send the spirit on to its afterlife. If the client couldn't handle that, Marc had no problem taking a walk.

"I don't think he's going to argue with you. The guy sounded twitchy as hell. My guess is he's desperate, just like Maggie said. At this point, I bet he'd still hire you if you showed up in a chicken suit and started belting out Sinatra tunes." Will brought the van to a stop, his eyes wide. "Damn. No wonder this guy can afford three times our usual fee."

Marc followed Will's gaze to the three story Georgian monster in front of him. No less than ten hulking columns held up the triangular porch roof and framed an entryway wide enough to drive a Buick through. The massive brick box was lit up like a Christmas tree, light peeking through every window in the place.

Marc felt a moment of sympathy for the house's owner. No amount of light could keep the ghosts at bay. He'd learned that lesson the hard way.

"I won't take a dollar more than our regular fees, no matter how loaded our mystery employer happens to be." He unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed his leather backpack from the floor by his feet. Slinging it onto his shoulder, he reached for the door handle. "Come on. Let's go meet this guy, solve his problem, and get the heck out of dodge."