Tuesday Teaser - The Huntress

This is another one of my WIPs, a story I'm not sure how I'm going to finish but I thought the start of it was pretty fun.

Rachel grabbed the last of her stuff and headed out to her car. She slipped a wireless earbud into one ear. “Did you have to wait so long to put this back in?” the irritated voice of Mik, one of her security experts, snapped in her ear. “I was getting worried.”

“I had a run in with a puffed up soccer mom. No one got hurt and I actually got Raven a discount for a new daycare, if she wants it,” Rachel said.

“That's good news,” Mik said. He didn't say which one was the good news. “Well, Red, you've got a full house tonight.”

“That's not unusual for a Friday night,” Rachel said. “Any trouble?”

“Not from the regulars but there's a uniform making the rounds that's making people nervous. Any time Junior gets close to him he shies off and runs to the opposite side of the room,” Mik said. “Junior hasn't gotten a good look at his face.”

“That means he's someone who's a KOS. Tell Junior to have the other bouncers corner the uniform and drag him over to Junior if they have to,” Rachel said. “I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“All right,” Mik said. “If he is a cop, we'll have charges on our hands.”

“You're recording what he's been doing, right? We'll say we thought he was a fake and wanted Junior to take a look at him,” Rachel said.

“Well, we do and that's not a lie,” Mik said.

“Let me know what Junior finds out,” Rachel said.

“I will,” Mik said. “Ah, they've gotten him cornered. Junior's coming over to him now.”

Rachel waited for an update patiently as she sat in rush hour traffic. About fifteen minutes and a whole two traffic lights later, Rachel finally gave up waiting patiently. “Well? Which KOS is it?”

“It's not a KOS exactly, but it isn't someone you're going to be happy about,” Mik said.

“Who is it?”

“It's one of Garrison's lap dogs,” Mik said. “He says he's looking for you in regards to a case.”

Rachel groaned. “Really? They can't go pester one of their other occult specialists?” Rachel was looked on in some circles as a specialist in some of the more obscure occult occurrences. Most of what she knew came from personal knowledge, and what wasn't personal came from books that her favorite New Age bookstore was unafraid to order for her. Her personal library was large and very eclectic.

“He's not giving details but I think Garrison wants to talk to you,” Mik said.

“I'll call Junior. Tell him he needs to answer his cell phone when it goes off,” Rachel said. She gave them a few minutes to tell her head bouncer and business partner to answer his phone. She set up the hands free unit at the next light. “Call Junior.” The voice recognition program processed her request and his phone started ringing.

“Red's Place,” Junior said, answering his phone on the third ring.

“How many times have I told you to answer the phone with the actual business name?” Rachel asked. “What's going on?”

“Hey Red. I'll answer my bloody phone however I want so quit bitching. And one of Garrison's men is here,” Junior said. “He's been acting weird all night so it took us cornering him to get him to finally tell me what the fuck was up. He's scared of me for some reason. I can't figure out why. He's not one we've seen before.”
“He's probably a sensitive. You know that bunch always ends up working for Garrison,” Rachel said. Captain Dominic Garrison was Rachel's personal annoyance. She'd encountered him at the bookstore and ended up in a conversation with him prior to knowing what his affiliation was. Garrison, as he'd sworn he preferred to be called, was the commander of the Occult Crimes Unit of the state police.