The Talisman Killer
By Miranda Mayer and Shéa MacLeod
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Before the Rift, Veronica Wolffe and Verity Bane struggled to eke out a living as paranormal investigators. But with the veil between dimensions ripped open and demons from beyond running amok, their preternatural powers are suddenly in high demand. From haunted teapots to rampaging poltergeists, these women’s work is never done. When a logger dies a horrific and unnatural death, Wolffe and Bane are pulled into the terrifying world of mystical murder.
A killer from beyond the Rift is hunting those he finds guilty of crimes against the environment and he won’t stop until the world is rebuilt in his image, and humanity is destroyed. The Talisman Killer introduces an addictive new urban fantasy series with two kick-ass heroines and a touch of romance. Welcome to the world of Wolffe and Bane.
Miranda Mayer
Miranda Mayer lives in the Mount Hood territory of Oregon. A polyglot, artist, avid historic costumer and lifelong equestrian; her interests are broad, and edge on geekery most of time. She is married, and is a new mother. Miranda's stories range from Science Fiction to Urban Fantasy to Fantasy. She writes from her heart, imbues her writing with her quirky humor, and tries very hard to make her characters as real and three-dimensional as possible. Her unpredictable and rather Attention-Deficit-Disordered nature guarantees that her stories will take readers to unexpected places.
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The Talisman Killer - Miranda Mayer
The Talisman Killer
Wolffe & Bane
Book One
Shéa MacLeod
&
Miranda Mayer
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The Talisman Killer
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Acknowledgements
A hearty thank you to Ranger Jimmy, who so kindly helped us with research at the Bradford Island Visitor Center at Bonneville Dam. Also with thanks to our Beta Readers. Thanks to the City of Astoria, for inspiring us with its beauty and ambiance.
Dedication
To all the bad-ass women
Chapter 1– Bane
Hold him down!
I eyed the massive, demon-like creature my partner was trying to wrestle to the ground. It’s thick, horned hide glistened in the light from the car’s high beams. The salt shaker in my pocket wasn’t going to work. I tossed it over my shoulder, where it hit the ground with a clink and rolled.
I am,
Wolffe snapped, her voice breathy. Stop that.
I heard the smacking of flesh against flesh. Go Wolffe.
I knelt on the soggy earth and yanked back the zipper of my duffel bag. The cold and damp from that morning’s rain soaked the knee of my jeans. I rummaged around until I found what I was looking for. With a crow of delight I pulled out an entire box of Morton and waved it in the air.
Wolffe let out an oof as the demon shifter below her bucked wildly, tossing back his horned head in a vain attempt to gore her stomach. For a minute she was airborne. Then she landed, clamping her knees harder around its leathery back. She shot me a wild grin. Like riding a bronco.
Like you’d know.
Wolffe was more of a dressage kind of girl. Other arm still in my bag, I pulled out the first weapon I came to. It was a rusty railroad spike. Iron, so that was good. For whatever reason, the monsters didn’t much care for iron. Hold him and I’ll stab him through the heart.
I said, striding toward the pair as they rolled amidst the fallen leaves and pine needles carpeting the forest floor.
Wolffe gave me a horrified look. Her black rimmed glasses slid down her nose making her look like a deranged librarian. Are you crazy?
No more than usual.
You can’t stab him through the heart, Bane. He’s not a vampire.
I rolled my eyes. I know that. He’s a demon.
She let out a grunt as the demon bucked again. She smacked him on the back of the head with her palm. He’s also a person,
she finally managed. A human being.
Only part-time,
I argued.
"We do not kill humans. Not even part-time ones. Now would you shut up and salt him?" she snapped.
I sighed as I opened the spout on the Morton box. Here goes nothing.
As he opened his mouth to let out another howl, I poured a stream of salt into the shrieking beast’s mouth. He choked and gasped before shifting back into a scrawny twelve year old boy with Wolffe perched on top of him. He was still coughing and gagging over the salt. Tears streaked his face and snot covered his chin and dripped down his ragged, striped sweater.
Well, this is awkward,
she said, climbing off him. She could now easily hold him in place with just her hands. No doubt,
I said. Roll him over and I’ll get the cuffs on him.
The kid didn’t try to get away. He just sobbed uncontrollably. He was going to need some serious psychological help after this. Unless they sent him back through. Chilling thought. Too bad we couldn’t separate demon and child, but the boy was too young to survive the shock.
I cuffed the kid’s hands with a zip tie. It may sound weird, but they were surprisingly effective for restraining our more exuberant prey.
The cops are never going to believe this,
she said with a shake of her head as she sat back on her heels. Her long, dark hair had pulled out of its neat braid and was fluffed out in a wild halo of curls and tangles around her head, decorated here and there with the odd leaf. Very rakish. Her pale skin was flushed from exertion and her gray eyes glittered with excitement from behind her lenses although she’d never admit how much she enjoyed the hunt.
Veronica Wolffe goes by Ronnie to most people, but I call her Wolffe because it’s badass. In our line of work badassery is important. I mean, who gets all freaked out over someone named Ronnie?
My name is Verity Bane. But I hate my name, so I go by Bane, mostly. Only Ronnie calls me Vee. Anyone else gets a ninja junk punch. At least in my mind.
In the distance, sirens wailed. Here they come,
I muttered. Half of me was dreading the upcoming confrontation. The other half was looking forward to a good verbal sparring.
Wolffe pinched the bridge of her nose. Here we go.
It actually wasn’t bad. Not like it used to be. The police showing up used to involve a lot of explaining on our part, a lot of threatening on theirs, and a news story the next day about the crazy paranormal investigators that were the embarrassment of the City of Astoria. Never mind the fact that we practically single-handedly supported the city’s coffee industry.
Since the Rift, we weren’t considered crazy. The police no longer questioned. Nobody did, because everybody knew the monsters were real.
It was an accident, they said, but nobody seemed to know exactly what kind of accident. Whatever it was, something went wrong at a lab in Illinois. Something to do with particle acceleration. It tore open the fabric that held together the universe, and allowed other dimensions into ours.
There had always been small bleeds between dimensions. That was where ghosts came from, and why we have stories of vampires, werewolves, and other monsters. They slipped through from time to time, pushing past the thin veil between their world and ours. People like Wolffe and me knew they existed and hunted them before they could kill humans. Sometimes we were effective. Sometimes not so much.
But the Rift made some big ass holes in the fabric of existence. The monsters didn’t slip through anymore. They waltzed in like they owned the place.
Now the newly minted Rift Authority, not so affectionately referred to as the RA, monitored Rift activity. The RA was of the Department of Energy. The guys that made the monsters we caught disappear. Some said the RA experimented on the creatures. I wouldn’t put it past them.
The first police unit rolled up, reds and blues flashing wildly against the night sky, blocking out the myriad stars that glowed gently overhead. The door swung open, gold Astoria Police Department Shield painted on the side caught the flashing lights and glowed like a beacon. A uniformed officer stepped out, and close behind him came a detective. A dark suit emphasized broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His chestnut hair had been swept back and gelled, but one Superman curl tumbled across his forehead.
Crap,
I muttered. Not him. Anybody but him.
Chapter 2 – Wolffe
Well, well, well, if it isn’t Officer Smooooooooth,
was all I had to say to rankle Vee.
She snorted at me, her sharp eyes firing off a volley of daggers before Detective Riley came into earshot. I smirked and pulled the kid to his feet.
You know, I don’t know why you always leave me to do the wrangling part. I have a kid you know,
I grumbled while we waited for the detective to amble his way towards us.
Well, since I’m gonna be Winter’s guardian if something happens to you, she’s covered,
Vee retorted with a wry grin. I snuffed through my nose and tried to straighten myself up a bit.
As usual, Detective Riley bee-lined towards Vee with a goofy grin on his face. His cheeks and ears already ruddy with blushes. I couldn’t blame him. Vee is pretty damned cute. No, more than that. It’s disgusting how cute she is. A crisp bob of purple hair, a heart-shaped face with sparkling violet eyes, you really can’t find anything not to love about looking at her. She’s my best friend, my colleague, and a pain in my ass. I call her Vee, but her given name is Verity, which is about the best name the universe could have attached to her. With her penchant for awesome Victorian/steampunky style, well, come on. Verity! And she has the most awesome last name ever known to man. Well, after mine. I think our friendship pretty much sparked off just from the downright coolness of how well our last names went together. Add our fascination with all things supernatural, and our sensitivities to the otherworldy, it had been an easy choice to open up Wolffe & Bane, Agency of the Supernatural (and domestic detective work).
Miss Bane,
Riley half-waved, tripping clumsily on a root, the red on his face deepening. He was cute too, in a completely-dorky-boy-next-door way. He had fostered this terminal crush on Vee since before the Rift days, when the town pretty much made a mockery of us. Now, they weren’t laughing, and Riley had all the excuses he needed to be around Vee as much as he wanted. He pretty much shows up anytime we call something in to Astoria Police Department. I worry when he doesn’t.
I let Vee handle the explanation to the police, and oversee to the kid’s transfer to their custody. My little rodeo had been enough work. Poor kid was in their hands now.
I’m not a morning person. But we have an office to open every day. I do the opening because I have to drop Winter off at school anyway. And these days, work is a damn sight busier than it used to be. I don’t have to skip meals to afford Winter’s ballet classes anymore, that’s for sure. I slid the key into the door of our brick storefront on Marine Drive in the heart of downtown Astoria, Oregon—in the rainy coast of the Pacific Northwest. Astoria is a city that sits at the mouth of the mighty Columbia River, where the river flows into Pacific Ocean. The three mile long Columbia River bar is known as the graveyard of the Pacific because of the price it exacts in sunken ships. The bar is so complex to navigate, that bargers have to wait in line for local guides to navigate them through the dangerous waters and under the Astoria bridge to safety.
Astoria, although technically a city, is more like a small town. When it’s off season, which is most of the year, it is quiet. Today, the rains had come in, much to my delight. Fall is my favorite because I’m all about rain. I pushed the door of the office open, my gaze passing over our badass new logo with no small measure of pride. Man, we’re cool.
Our digs were pretty simple, but out of habit I scanned everything thoroughly. It was a nice little kingdom, and it was ours. Just one large room, but we had a closet, kitchenette, and storeroom in the back next to a small bathroom. The long, high reception desk was at the moment, unoccupied. Being flush enough now, we are getting ready to hire a receptionist, but it’s been hard to make the time. Behind the reception counter are our desks, with an old 80s cubicle divider defining Vee’s space from mine. It’s easy to