“A hundred for an hour and I’m worth every penny. If you want me longer, even an extra fifteen minutes, that’s another hundred. I’m very good at what I do.”
“I don’t like the look of this place and I’ll tell you how good you are when we’re finished.”
His chuckle was low and rough. “It’s close and you said you were in a hurry.”
“I noticed the hotel last night. It appeared out of nowhere.”
“So? Do you want me, or not?” he said, smiling.
She looked him up and down, then sighed. “I suppose you’ll do.”
“Way to make a guy feel wanted.”
“What’s your specialty?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said.
“Have you ever done this before? she asked, frowning.
“It’s how I make my living,” he said, staring at her.
“I don’t know. It just feels wrong.”
“Look,” he said. “I’m going in. You can follow me, or not, but I don’t want to stand in the rain, while you make up your mind.”
She nodded, and watched him pull his wand out of his coat. “Wish me luck,” he said, winking at her.
She gave a signal and three more wizards moved in behind her.
“He’s crazy,” whispered a man with a short beard and neat mustache. “I can feel the weirdness from here.”
“He’s special forces,” she whispered, raising her gun. “You just take care of the magick and I’ll take care of the shooting.”
“He’s a dead man.”
The hotel door opened and soft jazz suddenly filled the air. She saw him start to lower his wand.
“CASS,” she shouted. “Wand up.”
“Whatever it is,” said the man on her left, “they already have him.”
Cass turned toward her, his eyes wide, his mouth open, and then he was sucked inside.
Two minutes later his shoes hit the street with a thud, followed by his wand. The door closed and the music stopped.
“This is bigger than we are,” said one of the men.
A tabby cat appeared at the other end of the street. She saw them and started to walk their way.
“Go back,” they shouted, waving at her. “GO BACK.”
The cat strolled forward, stopping only to sniff the wand. She sat down in front of the door and hissed. the door disappeared, as did the sign and the awing. She hissed again and it stopped raining.
“That’s what happens when your the number one predator on the planet,” she whispered, to the men behind her.
The cat licked her shoulder, then started walking. She came to them and meowed. Everyone tried to pet her at the same time. She arched her back and rubbed against them. Then she sat down and stared down the alley. “It will open again in a few hours,” said the cat. “You’re gonna need a lot more help. A LOT more.” Then she got up and left.
One of the men rubbed his face and snorted. “It’s time for me to retire.”