Black Shadow Detective Agency

Count S. A. Olson

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When a Guardian Angel won’t do the job find yourself a Demon who will.
This book contains four stories, the third one contains TW: CSA

Sujets

• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 24 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669856993
• Langue: English

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BLACK SHADOW DETECTIVE AGENCY
 
 
 
Infernal Angels
 
 
 
 
 
Count S A Olson
 
 
Copyright © 2022 by Count S A Olson.

Library of Congress Control Number:
           2022921856
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-5698-6

Softcover
978-1-6698-5700-6

eBook
978-1-6698-5699-3
 
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 11/22/2022
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
The Half Breed Caper
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
The Closet Caper
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
A New Job
A Tale From The Mystic Wolf

CHAPTER 1

“ LOOKING DEEPER INTO THE week it looks we’re going to see some snow making its way into the Twin Cities come Halloween. However it doesn’t look like there will be enough to make it hard for those little ghosts and goblins to make their way to your door. So be sure to stock up on enough treats for the kiddies.”
I clicked off the radio, the weather report was all I had really needed. I really didn’t care about the trick ‘r treaters since I wasn’t going to be home. There was going to be a massive party at the Mystic Wolf on Samhain, known to most as Halloween. Not everyone was going to be there since it wasn’t a major holiday for several pantheons, but the party was still going to be huge.
It was going to be Jamie’s first Samhain party and I knew it was going to be the wildest party she had ever been to by far. She kept thinking that it would be like a normal Halloween party. It seemed that no matter how many times I tried to explain it to her that I couldn’t get her to understand that this was going to be like a New Year’s Eve party on steroids. For many pantheons October 31 is their New Year’s Eve; add in the fact that the vast majority of the people who were going to be at the Mystic that night were from varying magickal, divine, and infernal realms (I doubted that anyone from an elemental realm would be there), or were pagans from this side of reality, things were going to get wild. Plus Brisbane had given me a heads up on a new liquid memory drink he had come up for that night, the ‘Sugar Buzz’, which was based on his earliest memory of getting hyped up on candy he had collected trick or treating.
Well at least she was taking the whole costume thing seriously. When I had gotten in after hitting the nearby Thai place for take-out I had seen her browsing a website full of costumes. I was also happy to notice that most of the costumes showed a fair amount of cleavage and or leg which meant they would look great on her. Of course there was no chance of her competing with Aphrodite or Freya in the looks department. The two of them usually came in outfits that could easily spark a riot at some parties. Still I was looking forward to seeing her in whatever costume she chose. I may be a half-Daemon but even I’m affected by a good looking woman.
I heard a knock on the outer office door which was answered by Jamie asking whoever it was to come inside. I wasn’t too worried about what was being said, Jamie was good at her job so there was nothing to concern myself with until she called me on the intercom.
The intercom buzzed. “Boss?” she said across the line.
“Yes?”
“I have a Sasha Sumer out here, she said she needs to talk to you.” That sort of surprised me because I thought I knew who she might be talking about, and if it was who I thought it was, something was seriously wrong.
“Is she about five seven, Arab looking, and insanely beautiful?” I asked.
“Uh, yes.”
“Then send her in right now, it’s almost definitely important.”
Are you thinking she’s one of the waitresses from the Mystic Wolf? Shadow, my crow familiar, asked me, his voice in my head only.
“Who else,” I replied to my familiar as the door opened.
“Mr. Black? I need your help,” she said as she entered my office. As she stepped inside her human facade was replaced by her natural, daemonic form, that of a lovely succubus. Sasha wasn’t her real name, it was just the one she had currently adopted to fit in. Only one human knew her true name and that was Brisbane. To know a Daemon’s true name was to have power over them, so they didn’t give it out very often.
“Well, have a seat and we’ll discuss your problem,” I said motioning her to the chair across from me. She tucked her wings in and sat down with some hesitation, obviously both nervous and upset.
“Well first let me thank you for seeing me, I...” I cut her off.
“Don’t thank me,” I said. “You’ve come to me as a client so you can thank me after this is all settled. Now what is the problem?”
“Well a friend of mine has disappeared, and I’m terribly worried about her. I want you to find her for me.” I was immediately surprised by this. For one thing I knew that it was rare for daemons from the infernal realms to really form attachments to others, my dad being an exception, but this was something different. I had never seen a daemon this upset about missing a friend before; even my dad hadn’t been this upset when my mother had been killed over three centuries ago.
I nodded to show that I was going to take this seriously, I may find this situation unusual, but that didn’t matter. Sasha was just another client right now which meant I would treat her with the same respect I do all my clients. I took a notepad out of a desk drawer and got ready to start the initial questioning that would help me find a place to start. “So what is your friend’s name?” I asked her.
“Kara Odinsdottir,” she said quietly. My first response was to drop the pen I was about to use to take notes with. If she had just said what I thought she had, those two words had just turned this into the most outlandish case I had ever started.
The hell!? I heard Shadow exclaim in my head. It can’t be.
“Let me make sure I have this right. Am I correct in thinking that Kara’s last name, Odinsdottir, is Icelandic in origin?”
Sasha nodded quietly. “Yes,” she said in barely more than a whisper. She seemed almost ashamed of the answer.
“Am I also correct when I translate it as ‘Odin’s Daughter’?” I asked.
Again she gave me another barely audible ‘yes’.
I leaned across my desk to get a better look at her, if she was lying to me I would know. “So what you mean is that this friend of yours that you want me to track down for you is a Valkyrie, correct?”
This time when she said, ‘yes’, I could see tears welling up at the corner of her eyes. I dropped back down into my chair. Never in all my years would I have thought I would ever see a Daemon from one of the infernal planes brought to tears, but the reason for those tears was completely unreal. My client, a Daemon who’s nature caused her to fit neatly into what most people thought of as a classic ‘Demon’, was asking me to find a Daemon from a divine plane, or what many people would call an ‘angel’. This was so utterly beyond belief that it couldn’t have been made up. Had anyone else told me about this case I would have called them liar, but this was no lie. I would never have expected that a succubus could even cry, not even fake tears, but these tears were not fake, they were genuine. She wasn’t just upset, she was scared.
I reached into my desk and pulled out a couple lowball glasses and pulled out a bottle of what I sometimes referred to as nerve medicine, more commonly known as cheap bourbon. I poured a couple fingers of the liquor into each glass and pushed one over to her. “Here, this might help calm you down?”
She took the glass and took a quick sip. “Thanks,” she mumbled.
I picked up my pen and got ready to write again. “Okay how about we start with the relationship between you. What do the two of you mean to each other?”
Instead of saying anything the succubus reached into her jacket pocket and took out a picture. I looked at it, then looked at my client, then back again at the picture. I was having a hard time believing the picture, but if it was genuine it explained a lot, and from the way Sasha was acting I knew it was genuine. The picture showed Sasha and the Valkyrie hanging on to each other in what could only be described as a loving manner, and both obviously smashed beyond belief, in the Mystic Wolf during some party. “Which party was this?” I asked her.
“Last Spring Equinox,” she said taking the picture back