C. E. Murphy - No Dominion: A Garrison Report

For my patrons

without whom this book would quite literally not exist

Magic Hath an Element recounts the opening chapters of URBAN SHAMAN (Book One of the Walker Papers) from Garys point of view.

At 7:23 A.M, a leggy brunette climbed into my cab and changed my life.

She was rude, snapping, Drive, without even lookin at me. That kinda fare always set my teeth on edge, superior and holier-than-thou. Never judge somebody by how they treat you, judge em by how they treat the cabbie.

Still, drivin paid the rent. Where to?

I dont know. Northwest.

I eyed her in the mirror. There was me, a couple days past seventy-three and pretty hale for a guy that age, with all my hair and teeth I wasnt sayin either way about, and there was her, twenty-six and pretty in the way women who dont know how well theyre put together can be. She wore her hair real short, which I thought most dames should. What with her doin something on a notepad, scribbling and muttering, I couldnt see her eyes to tell the color. She looked tired, though, like shed come off a European flight, not just something continental. I said, Northwest, the airline? Its just a couple feet up the term

She snarled, To the northwest. I glared at her and drove. A minute later, as if she hadnt started out rude, she asked a favor: You got a map?

No self-respecting cabbie would admit it if he did. What for?

So I can figure out where were going.

I turned around and stared at her.

Watch the road!

Watching the road was for sissies. I twitched the steering wheel and cars merged around us, safe as houses. The fare slumped in her seat, green eyes wide, and got politer: Do you have a map, please?

Yeah, yeah, all right. I threw a city guide over the seat and listened to pages rattle as she shuffled through them. A couple minutes later she said, Okay, were going to Aurora.

You sure? That aint such a good neighborhood, lady.

Im sure. Im trying to find somebody whos in trouble.

I lifted my eyebrows at her in the mirror. Good place to start.

She scowled at me. I smiled back, my best patented seen-it-all smile that told pretty young things not to mess with me, and instead of messing, she asked if I had a cigarette. I shook my head. Those thingsll kill you, sweetheart. My wife died of emphysema on our forty-eighth wedding anniversary. You want a smoke, kid, find it somewhere else.

She looked embarrassed, but didnt have the smarts to quit while she was ahead. She muttered, Im not a kid, and I eyed her in the mirror again.

Youre twenty-six, doll. From where Im sittin anybody less than fifty is a kid.

Her jaw dropped. Nobody ever guesses my age right.

Its a gift. I can tell how old people are.

Some gift.

Gets me good tips, especially with women in their forties. I give em a big story bout how I always get ages right, and then I lie. Works like a charm.

You guessed my age right.

No point in lying. I never met anybody who didnt want to be in their twenties. Look, whyre you headin to Aurora, doll? Nothing there but trouble, and you dont look like the type.

I told you. She put her head against the window. Somebodys in trouble. I saw her from the plane.

That made my life a lot more interesting. I put my arm over the passenger seatback and twisted to stare at the fare. Youre trying to save somebody you saw from an airplane? What the hell, you got some kinda hero complex? How the hellre you gonna find one dame you saw from the air?

Its basic math, for Gods sake. I got the approximate height and speed we were traveling from the pilot, so figuring out the distance wasnt that hard, and I saw a modern church on a street with only one amber streetlight. If I can find it before the lights go out

Then youll be the first one on a murder scene. My day was gettin a lot more interesting. The guys back at dispatch would love this one. I was gonna get free coffee for a week off this story. Couldnt let her know I was lookin forward to whatever came next, though, and it was only Gods own truth when I said, Youre nuts, lady, and desperate for thrills.

She snapped, Like it could possibly be any of your business, which was true enough, but I never met a cabbie who didnt think everything his fares did was his business.

Relax, sweetheart. A pretty girl like you oughta be on her way home to her sweetie, not

I dont have one.

With your personality, I cant figure why not.

The fare put her face in her hands. Havent you ever just really felt like you had to do something?

Yeah, sure. I really felt like I had to marry my old lady when she got knocked up. It wasnt true, but the fare had gotten in my cab, not the other way around. She got whatever story I felt like telling today. That was the beauty of driving fares. Them, me, we were all different every time. I never felt like I had to go chasing broads I saw from airplanes, though. I got troubles of my own.

Yeah, well, maybe Ive got enough that I need somebody elses to make the load seem lighter.

I grunted, surprised. Usually kids in their twenties were way too young to realize that helpin somebody else eased their own burdens. I warmed up to the fare even if she was rude, and nodded at the rear-view mirror. Arright, lady. Lets go find your corpse.

I got the fare to Aurora in record time, even if I had to say so myself, which I did, because she didnt even say thanks, just looked out the window and said, Streetlights are still on. Were in time, as I pulled into a gas station. She gave me an unfriendly look in the mirror. Im not paying your gas bill, buddy.

Auroras a big neighborhood, doll. Maybe somebody knows where your church is.

Her eyebrows went up. I thought men couldnt ask for directions.

I aint askin, I said with aplomb. You are.

She got a kind of well dont that beat all look on her face, and went to get directions from the skinny kid in the station. She even pulled cash out of her wallet and waved it at him, just like in the movies. If she didnt leave herself enough to cover the fare, I guessed I knew where to come back to get it from. A minute later she came out looking triumphant and said East three blocks, and if thats not it, he says theres another A-frame church about half a mile southwest of here. Hurry, its getting light out.

Id never met a dame as macabre as this one. What, you want to get your hands in the blood while its still warm? You need help, lady.

For Gods sake, do you call everybody lady and doll? My names Joanne, and youre the one hung up on corpses. Im hoping shes still alive.

Yeah? You an optimist or just dumb?

The fareJoannefumbled putting the seatbelt on. All the sassiness went out of her and she turned her face away like a little girl. You have no right to call me dumb.

She was right. My wife woulda been ashamed of me. Hey, look, lady. Joanne. Youre right. Im sorry. I didnt mean nothin by it.

Yeah, whatever. Just drive.

I shut up and drove. Took about two minutes to head east, but when we turned down the street the kid had directed us to, its streetlights were already out. Joanne whispered, Fuck, and me, still feelin like a jackass, offered, That ones still on. Just one light, ugly and orange against the sky.

Joanne stared at as we went by, then flung herself around in the seat. Oh my God, thats it! Holy shit, thats it, theres the church! Stop! Stop the car!

A guy as old as me shouldnt get his heart rate up with excitement like that, but for a second I was just as pleased as she was. I hit the brakes, slamming her around in the back seat a little, then backed us into an empty church parking lot. Maybe youre not dumb, doll. Maybe youre lucky.