Page 46 of Loki
Although she was polite, she looked at us like we had three heads. I guess she wasn’t used to bikers coming in here.
Of course, Mandy looked just like you would think someone would look who was into this hippie new age shit my aunt tried to pass off as Voodoo.
Mandy’s long dark hair which was a stark contrast to her pale skin, hung over her shoulders in two braids. She wore a loose flowery dress, and a bunch of silver and gold bracelets on both arms. She also had a couple of small hoop nose rings as well as a couple of long, beaded necklaces of a variety of colors around her neck and large silver hoop earrings. She looked like the typical wannabee spiritualist who plagued the city selling lies to people looking for help and those looking to harm, like Samantha Decker.
“Where’s Shelia?”
The girl who had to be in her mid to late twenties furrowed her brow and I rolled my eyes.
“Where’s Bloody Mary?” I asked, this time using her stage name.
“Oh!” the girl said, a wide smile crossed her face. “She’s with a client right now. I’m her apprentice. Maybe there is something I can help you with.”
She looked at me, then her eyes drifted over to Wires and New York before moving back to me.
“Nah, that’s alright. I need to have a word with my aunt.”
I started walking towards the back, where the sounds of Shelia’s captivating performance echoed through the air.
“Hey wait! You can’t go back there!” Mandy shouted, trying to get me to stop because my dear old auntie was with a client.
“Keep her up front,” I said over my shoulder.
Wires grabbed her, keeping Mandy at the front of the store, while New York followed me to the back. When we reached the area, my aunt was in top tier con artist mode.
She waved her hands around, chanting, while black smoke swirled around. Wind from a fan I knew she had stashedsomewhere lifted their hair like a ghost was around them. And this bitch even had the lit candles flickering. She was going all out for this client.
“Bravo!” I started clapping my hands, startling both women. “Bravo!”
When they looked over at me, my aunt’s eyes were wide as saucers until she realized it was me, then they narrowed.
“Joshua, what the hell are you doing here?” my aunt asked, as she stood to her feet.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you taking some poor bastard’s money. No offense to you, lady,” I said my eyes flicking to her client before they landed back on my aunt. “We need to talk.”
“And you don’t know how to use a phone?” she asked angrily. “I have a business to run so I don’t have the time to talk to you right now.”
New York snorted loudly. “You mean you have a con to run,” he said which provoked a glare from her, causing him to shrug because it was the truth.
“Nope, this needed to be done in person, Shelia,” I said, when her eyes landed on me.
She should know by now, there was no way she was getting out of this. I wasn’t going any fucking where until I got the answers I needed. I wanted to know the last time she had talked to Samantha Decker and where the hell she was.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Decker,” my aunt said to her client. “Let me handle this, and I’ll get back to your reading.”
New York looked at me and mouthed what the fuck.
There was no fucking way we could be that lucky. There was no fucking way Samantha Decker was sitting only a few feet from me. She didn’t look anything like the pictures we had of her. This lady had curly, fire engine red hair, where Samantha Decker, had long, straight almost platinum blonde hair.
“That’s alright, Bloody Mary,” Samantha Decker said, standing. “I think I’ve heard enough.”
“Sit down,” I said as calmly as I could.
It took everything in me not to put a bullet in her head. She was just as responsible for that house of horrors as her husband.
“Excuse me?” she said, her uppity attitude plastered all across her face.
“I said sit the fuck down!”
