Industrial Magic
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The dressing room smelled like a funeral parlor. Appropriate, I suppose. I looked for chairs, and found one under a bouquet of two dozen black roses. I didnt know roses came in black.
J.D. had escorted me here before being dragged off by his assistant, whod been muttering something about a man refusing to leave his seat until Jaime summoned his dead mother.
After clearing the chair of roses, I tried calling Lucas again. Still no answer. Avoiding my calls, I suspected. Damn call display. I was phoning home for messages when the door opened and Jaime wheeled in.
Paige, right? she said, gulping air. The glasses were gone, and the loosened tendrils of hair that had looked so artfully arranged on stage now clung, sweat-sodden, to her neck and face. Please tell me its Paige.
Uh, yes. I
Oh, thank God. I was running back here and suddenly thought, what if that wasnt her? and I was winking at some strange girl and inviting her to join me backstage, which is exactly what I do not need. My place in the tabloids is ensured without that. So, Paige
She stopped and looked around, then opened the door and shouted. Hello! Did I ask?
A tray appeared from behind the door, floating in midair. Presumably there was some flunky behind the door holding it. Or so I hoped. With necromancers, one can never be sure.
She grabbed the tray, then lifted the bottle of single-malt Scotch. What are you people trying to do to me? I said no booze tonight. I have an engagement. No booze, no caffeine. Like Im not bouncing off the walls enough as it is. She eyed the bottle longingly, then shut her eyes and thrust it out. Take it, please.
The bottle vanished behind the door.
And bring more Gatorade. The blue stuff. None of that orange shit. She closed the door, grabbed a towel, and mopped her face. Okay, so where were we?
I
Oh, right. So I was thinking, what if thats not her? I was expecting the witch. Well, maybe not expecting, but hoping, you know? Lucas called and told me he was sending someonea female someoneand I thought, oh, my God, maybe its the witch.
The?
Have you heard that story? Jaime continued, her voice muffled as she tugged her dress off over her head. About Lucas and the witch? Personally, I cant see it.
You mean, Lucas dating a witch? Well
No, Lucas dating. Period. Jaime shrugged off her bra. No offense to the guy, really. Hes great. But hes one of those people you just cant imagine having a social life. Like your teachers. You see them outside the classroom and it freaks you out.
Now stripped to her panties, Jaime proceeded to slather coldcream on her face, still talking.
I heard shes a computer geek. Probably some skinny kid with big glasses and an overbite, scared of her own shadow. Typical witch. I can see Lucas hooking up with a girl like
Im the witch, I said.
Jaime stopped cleaning her face and looked at me. Wha?
The witch. Lucass girlfriend. Thatd be me.
She winced. Oh, shit.
The door cracked open and J.D.s voice floated through. Got a fire to put out, Jaime. Needs your special touch.
Just hold on, okay? she said to me, throwing on a robe. Ill be right back.
Hey, its me, I said, shifting the cell phone to my other ear. Is your dad there?
Paige, nice to hear from you, Adam said. Im fine. Midterms went well. Thanks for asking.
Sorry, I said. But Im kind of in a hur
A drill screeched outside the dressing room.
Holy shit, what are you killing?
I think theyre dismantling the stage, I said. Is Robert
Hes out with Mom. What stage? Where are you?
Miami. And, before you ask, Im here looking for a necromancer. Ive found one but shes not quiteright, so I was hoping Robert could put me in touch with another one in the area.
What do you want a necromancer for? A pause, then his voice dropped. Youre not thinking ofyou knowwith your mom? You dont want to go there, Paige. I know youre still
Give me credit. Im not trying to call up my mother. Its for a case.
Youre working a case and you didnt call me?
I just did.
Another earsplitting mechanical yowl, followed by shouts and catcalls.
Sounds like a party, Adam said. You said something about a stage? Where are you? A strip club?
Pretty close, actually. I just got to see a strip act. Wrong gender, though. Now, tell
Oh-ho, you arent tossing out that teaser without an explanation. What the hell are you doing looking for a necromancer in a strip club?
Its not a strip club. Its a theater. Ever heard of Jaime Vegas?
The He whooped a laugh. Are you serious? Jaime Vegas is a necromancer? I cant believe people watch that shit. So shes for real?
In amanner of speaking.
Oh, God, how bad is she?
J.D. had escorted me here before being dragged off by his assistant, whod been muttering something about a man refusing to leave his seat until Jaime summoned his dead mother.
After clearing the chair of roses, I tried calling Lucas again. Still no answer. Avoiding my calls, I suspected. Damn call display. I was phoning home for messages when the door opened and Jaime wheeled in.
Paige, right? she said, gulping air. The glasses were gone, and the loosened tendrils of hair that had looked so artfully arranged on stage now clung, sweat-sodden, to her neck and face. Please tell me its Paige.
Uh, yes. I
Oh, thank God. I was running back here and suddenly thought, what if that wasnt her? and I was winking at some strange girl and inviting her to join me backstage, which is exactly what I do not need. My place in the tabloids is ensured without that. So, Paige
She stopped and looked around, then opened the door and shouted. Hello! Did I ask?
A tray appeared from behind the door, floating in midair. Presumably there was some flunky behind the door holding it. Or so I hoped. With necromancers, one can never be sure.
She grabbed the tray, then lifted the bottle of single-malt Scotch. What are you people trying to do to me? I said no booze tonight. I have an engagement. No booze, no caffeine. Like Im not bouncing off the walls enough as it is. She eyed the bottle longingly, then shut her eyes and thrust it out. Take it, please.
The bottle vanished behind the door.
And bring more Gatorade. The blue stuff. None of that orange shit. She closed the door, grabbed a towel, and mopped her face. Okay, so where were we?
I
Oh, right. So I was thinking, what if thats not her? I was expecting the witch. Well, maybe not expecting, but hoping, you know? Lucas called and told me he was sending someonea female someoneand I thought, oh, my God, maybe its the witch.
The?
Have you heard that story? Jaime continued, her voice muffled as she tugged her dress off over her head. About Lucas and the witch? Personally, I cant see it.
You mean, Lucas dating a witch? Well
No, Lucas dating. Period. Jaime shrugged off her bra. No offense to the guy, really. Hes great. But hes one of those people you just cant imagine having a social life. Like your teachers. You see them outside the classroom and it freaks you out.
Now stripped to her panties, Jaime proceeded to slather coldcream on her face, still talking.
I heard shes a computer geek. Probably some skinny kid with big glasses and an overbite, scared of her own shadow. Typical witch. I can see Lucas hooking up with a girl like
Im the witch, I said.
Jaime stopped cleaning her face and looked at me. Wha?
The witch. Lucass girlfriend. Thatd be me.
She winced. Oh, shit.
The door cracked open and J.D.s voice floated through. Got a fire to put out, Jaime. Needs your special touch.
Just hold on, okay? she said to me, throwing on a robe. Ill be right back.
Hey, its me, I said, shifting the cell phone to my other ear. Is your dad there?
Paige, nice to hear from you, Adam said. Im fine. Midterms went well. Thanks for asking.
Sorry, I said. But Im kind of in a hur
A drill screeched outside the dressing room.
Holy shit, what are you killing?
I think theyre dismantling the stage, I said. Is Robert
Hes out with Mom. What stage? Where are you?
Miami. And, before you ask, Im here looking for a necromancer. Ive found one but shes not quiteright, so I was hoping Robert could put me in touch with another one in the area.
What do you want a necromancer for? A pause, then his voice dropped. Youre not thinking ofyou knowwith your mom? You dont want to go there, Paige. I know youre still
Give me credit. Im not trying to call up my mother. Its for a case.
Youre working a case and you didnt call me?
I just did.
Another earsplitting mechanical yowl, followed by shouts and catcalls.
Sounds like a party, Adam said. You said something about a stage? Where are you? A strip club?
Pretty close, actually. I just got to see a strip act. Wrong gender, though. Now, tell
Oh-ho, you arent tossing out that teaser without an explanation. What the hell are you doing looking for a necromancer in a strip club?
Its not a strip club. Its a theater. Ever heard of Jaime Vegas?
The He whooped a laugh. Are you serious? Jaime Vegas is a necromancer? I cant believe people watch that shit. So shes for real?
In amanner of speaking.
Oh, God, how bad is she?
