First Page: Unnamed Paranormal

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A field mouse. She had a field mouse painted on her gas tank. The gas  tank of her old green beetle. It wasn’t the best or stealthiest  getaway car but she didn’t have anything else and no one seemed to be  offering her any assistance here. Keeping her speed to exactly three   miles over the limit, because going the speed limit could look  suspicious, Toni drove through Diablos City’s back streets. Maybe she  should be staying on the main strips. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t have  moved to a place called Diablos City. Hindsight was twenty twenty but  there was nothing she could do about it now. At this point she had a  feeling she’d be followed wherever she went so she minus well stick  with the devil she knew. Heh, the devil she knew…she was a clever  one.

Toni drove, scanning doors for the mark. She didn’t know she’d been  holding her breath until she spotted the white circle on a door that  otherwise looked like all the other doors. She parked in the alley a  block down. Praying no one would steal her car or set it on fire, she  walked up the block to her destination. Hopefully the hippie guy at  the head shop hadn’t told her a bullshit story. Apparently, sorcerers  didn’t work with cauldrons anymore. They owned stores where you could  buy bongs and vibrating silicone penises. Knocking once, Toni was  caught off guard when the door swung open. She’d been expecting one of  those peephole panels that slide open at eye level, then she had a  ”Duh” moment. These people could probably read minds or see through  doors and walls. The big guy in the doorway, body wrapped in black  leather, stared at her. No smile. No expression at all. She stared  back because the hippie sorcerer hadn’t given her a password or a  secret handshake or a gang sign to throw up. He’d just told her to  knock once. So, Toni knocked and now she focused on winning the  staring contest. She’d been in the third grade, she knew how to throw  down.

“You plan on coming in?” The big dude asked. Wow. He sounded like a  chipmunk which was beyond non threatening.

“Uh, yeah, if you move. I can’t teleport and you take up the whole  doorway.” Toni choked on a laugh because, chipmunk or not, the guy  could rip off her arms and beat her to death with them.

Big And Scary smiled suddenly and stepped to the side. “I like you,”  he said as she walked by. “Be careful in there. We don’t get too many  like you.”

Toni looked up at him. “What? Short people? People who don’t wear  leather underwear? People who don’t specialize in the Kama Sutra of  the mind?”

“If you say so.”

And what the hell kind of answer was that? Whatever. Toni couldn’t  stand around mocking a man who could possibly melt her brain and make  it drip out of her nose. She had someone to find. Someone whose name  sounded like the name of a village in the middle of the jungle.  Someone who could tell her why she was running from people who, as far  as she knew, were chasing her for no reason. Chasing was the wrong  word. Tracking. They were tracking her the way indigenous tribes’  people tracked big game. Too bad she didn’t have animal instincts and  couldn’t run like a cheetah. The fact that she sucked at running was  why she’d come close to failing gym more than once.

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