123 What can I say?

Shoving the last of the furniture into the pocket dimension, I made my way out. Placing the key out the counter I walked away.

There was a car waiting for me out front. It would seem that Knight decided I need my own ride and he was letting me borrow his until I would buy one on my own. He really was very generous but I think he was acting more concern on my safety than anything else. I also notice that there was a magic artifact in the glove compartment that I am guessing is a gun that would shoot into anything. A double edge sword if you ask me and if I know my things then there is a possibility that I maybe at the other end of the barrow. It has happen more than once those things don't come with an owners spell.

I got in it and drove. A programmed in GPS would be more appreciated than the gun but I wasn't going to complain. I got there eventually.

Getting out off the car I didn't see her coming. She was dress in jeans and a red blouse. It was too fancy for just seeing the grandkids and the low cut neck line, let's not comment on that she does carry a gun.

"It's about damn time. You own me!" Ronnie screamed.

"What can I say? The place is like Neverland, you need Tinkerbelle to find it. Ronnie, let's just get to work and then I can get back to finish the pantry." I sighed.

"Over here." she held up the crime tape.

I ducked under the tape and followed her into an enclose Mausoleum. I could smell wolfsbane and death. It was a darker place than I had anticipated anger and hate were also ingrain into the walls. There was animal paw and heads inside a white roped circle that wrapped around a shrine on one side that the aura was so black that I clung to the heart stone around my neck. This didn't look scary but it was and everyone felt it even Chess.

This place was streaked with blood. It was everywhere I crouched down to see the markings a little better. It was almost identical. I was lucky that I drank the potion or I would have missed the small claw hidden in the text.

Pushing the items around with a pen didn't help the situation. There was nothing to go with other than more black. Personally I wasn't going to risk a spell in this sort of setting.

"Can we go talk outside?"

"Sure, everyone needs to step out after six minutes or so in this room except Chess. He is staying in here for an hour before passing out."

"Is he okay?"

She nodded but didn't say another word. Then I felt something moving from the corner of my eye I could see a small figure moving like a little child.

This confirms my suspicion. Cambodian magic at the worst and I need to report this to the council. Let me get this straight it was one part of the world where magic is bought without regulation as most of the cities master die just within days of taking position and those test aren't easy but none of them were enough to put a stop to the ma