Black Rook
Cornerstone Run Trilogy - 1
Kelly Meade
Brynn Atwood observed the entrance to McQueens Auction House, as she had done for the past few minutes while she gathered the courage she needed to leave the safety of her rental car. A steady stream of vehicles entered the parking lot and ejected browsers and buyers, all eager to view todays auction and visit with acquaintances seen only during these once-a-week sales. Not Brynn. She was certainly the only person whod showed up today intending to prevent a murder.
Walking alone into a town populated with and run by loup garou wasnt the smartest thing she had ever done in her twenty-four years, but it certainly counted as the bravest. If she managed to achieve her goal, even her father would have to admit to her courage and to the validity of her visions. He didnt trust in her seer ability, nor did he believe that her vision of him being murdered by a loup garou would come true.
Surely you know I would never put myself into a situation that would result in such a calamitous outcome, her father, Archimedes Atwood, had said the previous day. And as with every chilly encounter between them in the last few months, hed spoken with the impatience of a strict teacher correcting a belligerent child. Perhaps some of your visions have come true on occasion, but do not use me to distract attention from your own disgrace. I have no more time for this nonsense.
Her visions were always nonsense.
Archimedes was a Prime Magus in the Congress of Magi, one of four, as well as a powerful practitioner of elemental magic. Hed never hidden his disappointment over Brynns uncontrollable precognitive powerspowers he had yet to acknowledge were realor her inability to one day claim his spot on the Congress. She was too weak, a failure as a Magus. She couldnt even manage to keep her job as a Congress tutor for more than two years. All she had left were her infrequent visions, in whatever time or manner they chose to come.
And worse yet, he had all but accused her of fabricating this vision and the need to save him in order to make up for the shame shed brought to their name when she was fired. She didnt want the vision to be true. She wanted her father alive for many years to come.
She would figure out how to save him on her own. She would prove her value.
Brynn climbed out of her car and surveyed the quickly filling parking lot. In any new situation, her best first step was to observe her surroundings, study others, and discover the way to best fit in. She had never before attended a public auction of any sort; she knew only that antiques and other goods were bid upon and purchased, sometimes at outrageous prices. Some patrons walked into the building carrying their own boxes, clearly expecting to purchase items. Others entered carrying only cups of coffee or soda, or small children.
The variety of patrons surprised her: young and old, scruffy and well-kempt, couples and singles and large groups, and families. Some drove up with pickups and vans; some parked expensive cars in the narrow, crowded lot. Everyone seemed at ease.
I must stick out like a smoking vampire in daylight.
Standing there like a fool would only garner her unwanted attention. Subtlety was the route to accomplishing her task. Brynn forced her feet to carry her forward, past other vehicles, toward the main entrance. Everyone seemed to be entering the large, barnlike building through those glass double doors. A few people came back to the parking lot from the side of the building, which indicated a back entrance/exit, as well. Shed tried to find blueprints of the layout before her arrival, but getting any sort of in-depth information on Cornerstone, Pennsylvania, was next to impossible.
The town had a small population of six hundred forty-one residents, and Brynn could guess that about ten percent were human. Cornerstone was founded by a run of loup garou nearly two centuries ago, and was one of a dozen similar safe havens around the country. Much like the Congress of Magi and a few surviving nests of vampires, loup garou runs required secrecy and anonymity to survive in the modern world. The weekly auctions at McQueens brought outside income to the town without the interference of tourism or industry, and it kept them from appearing too insular to the outside world.
Her father stubbornly refused to have any faith in her abilities, but Brynns visions of the future came true without fail, and the most recent had led her here to McQueens Auction House. Led her to the loup garou shed seen standing over her fathers broken body. The man her careful research told her was named Rook McQueen.
The boy, she corrected.
As a general rule, her people did not trust technology. The Magi trusted tradition and magic above all else. Growing up an only child with few friends, Brynn spent hundreds of hours on her computera gift awarded by her father on her twelfth birthday, as a means to keep her mind occupied beyond the limited resources of their homes physical library. Only weeks before, she had spoken to him of her first vision. In the middle of reading a book, she had seen a clear image of a baby bird falling from a nest. It disturbed her so much that shed fled into the backyard in time to see it happen. She scooped the tiny robin up and climbed the tree where she spotted the nest, returning the lost baby to its siblings.
She was so proud when she told her father about it that nightnot only the bird, but the premonition. Her very first display of a Magus power. Manifestations of a childs overactive imagination, he had scoffed. Do not bother me with these small things, daughter.
The computer became her gateway to the outside world, a link to knowledge far beyond the borders of her home in Chestnut Hill. And like the young sleuths in the slim novels shed loved so much, Brynn taught herself how to research and investigateskills that had served her well these last few days as she raced to identify her fathers killer.
One of three sons of Thomas McQueen, the auction houses owner, Rook was two years younger than herself, a recent college graduate, and the former lead singer of a popular local rock bandnot exactly the portrait of a killer, loup garou or otherwise. And yet the brief glimpse of him in her vision, skin marked with tattoos, human teeth bared, and hands covered in her fathers blood, showed him capable of violence, as all loup garou inevitably were.
She would not allow her father to become Rook McQueens victim. Archimedes Atwood was too important, not only to herself but to the Congress of Magi. The Magi were small in number, and they relied on their leaders to protect them from their enemies, including the volatile, deadly loup garou. And as an elemental Magi, he was among the most powerful. Few others shared his ability to manipulate fire. Their people needed him, so Brynn needed to protect him. She had to find a way to prevent her fathers murder before it occurred.
The biggest blank in her research was Rooks relationship to the runs Alpha. Brynn had no access to the Congresss files on the loup garou, and she couldnt directly ask her father for the name of Cornerstones Alphaher father had no idea shed identified his would-be assassin, or that she was in central Pennsylvania doing reconnaissance on said assassin, instead of at the family home wallowing in her professional disgrace.
A random loup killing her father carried a very different meaning than a loup from within the higher ranks of the runs Alpha familythe latter could easily be considered an act of war against the Congress of Magi. A foolishly begun war, as the Magi and loup had maintained an uneasy peace for the last sixty years.
Concentrate, foolish girl, before you get yourself killed. This isnt one of your novels, this is real.