“He may have upset a few powerful secret societies, crossed
a state government or two, and gotten on the wrong side of supernatural
entities, but he is still just a small time operator. I only go after big fish.
And now you have one minute to leave this restaurant and never come within two
hundred miles of me again or you will join the rest of the patrons six feet under.”
They don’t move, only grin more broadly. They really are
fools. I reach into a pouch on my belt without twitching any part of my exposed
upper body when the lady reaches into her purse and pulls out a photograph.
What is it – a picture of a child who was tragically taken before his time
because of this wandering interloper’s interference? She sets the photo down on
the table in front of me. I glance down dreading the sob story that is sure to
follow.
I gasp! For a moment the world around me disappears, and I’m
unsure whether or not this is a dream. I pick up the photo and rub it firmly.
It feels real. I blink twice and count my fingers to make sure I’m not imagining
this. No, this is real.
I take a deep breath and recompose myself. I pride myself on
always being in control, always aware of my surroundings, and never taken by
surprise. But this photo … I was not expecting this. “Where did you get this?”
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