Hallow Point: A Mick Oberon Job Book 2
Ari Marmell
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 178116827X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Mick Oberon may look like just another private detective, but beneath the fedora and the overcoat, he’s got pointy ears and he’s packing a wand. Oberon’s used to solving supernatural crimes, but the latest one is extra weird...
bookish, white-collar criminal who rarely, if ever, got his hands dirty with violence. His nickname came from citing and enforcing Outfit rules at various meetings and sit-downs. NORTHSIDE GANG, THE: A largely Irish gang based in Chicago’s north side (obviously), this group was often at war with the Outfit over territories, routes, and the like. Capone’s infamous Valentine’s Day Massacre was targeted at Northsiders. OUTFIT, THE: The hub of organized crime in Chicago, the Outfit was the
dirt, rotting wood, and quickly melting—and ever dirtier—ice. The inner door burst open before the dust’d even settled. (Well, soil, in this case.) I’d sorta suspected it would. “Was that really necessary, Oberon?” Hruotlundt cut a peculiar figure, in two-thirds of his cream-colored three-piece suit. (Slacks and vest, I mean; he’d left his coat in the office.) It somehow didn’t entirely clash, nor entirely compliment, his own rock-grey coloring, which was so uniform you really couldn’t quite
hinges, screws hangin’ onto the frame mostly through determination and habit. Didn’t need the mojo for this one. I just turned a shoulder into it. Didn’t even really break stride. Big open room that stank just like the hall. Old, stained sheets flopped like lazy ghosts over decrepit chairs and a table or two. Whole room was lit by a soft, somehow aquatic glow, not coming from any lamp or bulb or even magic gewgaw that I could see. In the middle of it all, a couple danced. Slow, graceful steps,
what he saw, and if the situation was on the up-and-up, it was certainly hinky enough to be interesting. But I was tired, I didn’t know if this was even an earning gig, I sure didn’t want to work with Galway, and it wasn’t as if any actual harm had been done. Nah, this was a curiosity, not a real case. Two inches of column space in the city section before the papers moved on to the next bit of urban weirdness. Nothing more to do with me. Except that was all of it hooey, wasn’t it? Pure bunk.
already had a pretty solid grip on it. So… Remember I told you how, when I saw the box, I’d realized something? What I’d realized was why I’d brought the object I’d been clutching in my left hand this whole time. I hadn’t planned on bringing it. Was just one of those urges I get from outta nowhere that I don’t really understand until later. Pure whim, same reason I’d asked for it in the first place. I’d just always figured, when the time came to use it, it’d prove vital ’cause of its symbolic