Magic Graves (Kate Daniels 0.5)(30)
Author: Ilona Andrews

A fit of wet hoarse coughing came from deeper within the house. Audrey slipped between the shelves, like a silent shadow, and finally stepped out into the clear space in the middle of the room.

Gnome, a huge bear of a man, sat slumped over in his stuffed chair, an open book on a desk in front of him and a shotgun by his chair. Flushed skin, tangled hair, feverish eyes, all hunkered down in a blanket. He looked like a mess.

"There you are."

He peered at her with watering, bloodshost eyes. "What the hell are you-" Another fit of cough shook his large frame.

"That sounds awful."

"What are you-" Gnome sneezed.

"I brought you goodies." She pulled a box of decongestant pills out of the bag and put it on the desk. "Look, I’ve got canned chicken soup, Theraflu, and here are some cough drops, and here is a box of Puffs tissue with lotion, so you don’t scrub all of the skin off that big beak of yours."

He stared at her, speechless. Now that was something. If she had a camera, she should take a picture.

"And this here, this is good stuff." Audrey tapped the plastic cup of Magic Vaporizer. "I had to hunt it down – they don’t make it as much anymore, so I could only get a generic version. Look, you boil some water and put these drops in here and inhale – clears your nose right up. I’ll fix you one and then you can yell at me."

Five minutes later she presented him with a steaming vaporizer and made him breathe it in. One, two, three…

Gnome sucked in his first breath. "Christ."

"Told you." Audrey set a hot bowl of chicken soup on his desk. "Works wonders."

"How did you know I was sick?"

"Patricia came down the mountain yesterday and we ran into each other at the main road. She said you had a cold and mentioned that you undercharged her for the lanterns by twenty bucks."

"What?"

Audrey smiled. "That’s how I knew it was bad. Besides, I was tired of hearing you hack and cough all night. The sound rolls down the mountain, you know. You’re keeping Ling awake."

"You can’t hear me all the way down there."

"That’s what you think. Take this generic or Theraflu before bed. Either will knock you out. The red pills are daytime."

Gnome gave her a suspicious look. "How much is all this gonna cost me?"

"Don’t worry about it."

Gnome shrugged his heavy shoulders and put a spoon full of soup into his mouth. "This doesn’t mean you’re getting a discount."

Audrey heaved a mock sigh. "Oh well. I guess I’ll have to ply you with sexual favors then."

Gnome choked on the soup. "I’m old enough to be your grandfather!"

Audrey winked at him, gathering the empty bags. "But you’re not."

"Get out of here, you and your craziness."

"Okay, okay, I’m going." He was fun to tease and she was in such a good mood.

"What is with you anyway?" he asked. "Why are you grinning?"

"I’ve got a job. With benefits."

"Legit?"

"Yes."

"Well, congratulations," Gnome said. "Now go on. I’m sick of looking at your face."

"I’ll see you later."

She left the house and slogged her way through the mud down to her car. Gnome was a gruff old bear, but he was kind in his own way. Besides he was the only neighbor she had within two miles. Nobody was around to help them. Either they took care of each other or they toughed it out on their own.

Backing Honda down the mountain in the gloom turned out to be harder than Audrey thought. She finally steered the vehicle to the fork, where the narrow road leading to her place split off and took the turn. Thick roots burrowed under the road and her Honda rolled over the bulges, careening and swaying, until it finally popped out into the clearing. On the right the ground dropped off sharply, plunging down the side of the mountain. On the left, a squat pale building sat in the shadow of an old spruce. It was a simple structure – a huge stone block of a roof resting on sturdy stone columns that guarded the wooden walls of the house within like the bars of a stone cage. Each three feet wide column bore a carving: dragons and men caught in the heat of a battle. A wide bas relief decorated the roof as well, showing a woman in a chariot pulled by birds with snake heads. The woman gazed down on the slaughter like a goddess from heaven.

Nobody knew who had built the ruins or why. They dotted this part of the Edge, a tower here, a temple there, gutted by time and elements and covered with moss. The Edgers, being poor and thrifty, knew better than to let them go to waste. They built wooden walls inside the stone frameworks, put in indoor plumbing and electricity illegally siphoned from the neighboring city or provided by generators, and moved right in. If any ancient gods took offense, they had yet to do anything about it.

Audrey parked the car under an ancient scarred maple and turned off the engine. Home, sweet home.

A ball of grey fur dropped off the maple branch and landed on her hood.

Audrey jumped in her seat. Jesus.

The raccoon danced up and down on the hood, chittering in outrage, bright eyes glowing with orange like two bloody moons.

"Ling the Merciless! You get off my car this instant!"

The raccoon spun in place, her grey fur standing on end, put her hand-paws on the windshield, and tried to bite the glass.

"What is with you?" Audrey popped the car door open.

Ling scurried off the car and leaped into her lap, squirming and coughing. Audrey glanced up. The curtains on her kitchen window were parted slightly. A hair-thin line of bright yellow light spilled through the gap.

Somebody was in her house.

Audrey slipped from the seat, dropping Ling gently to the ground, circled the car and opened the hatch back. A tan tarp waited inside. She jerked it aside and pulled out an Excalibur crossbow. It had set her back nine hundred bucks of hard-earned money, and it was worth every penny. Audrey cocked the crossbow and padded to the house, silent and quick. A couple of seconds and she pressed against the wall next to the door. She tried the handle. Locked.

Who breaks into a house and locks the door?

She peeled from the wall and circled the building, moving fast on her toes. At the back, she slipped between the stone framework and the wooden wall of the house and felt around for the hidden latch. It sprang open under the pressure of her fingers. She edged the secret door open and padded inside, into the walk-in closet, and out into her bedroom. The house had only three rooms: a long rectangular bedroom, an equally long bathroom, and the rest of it was taken up by a wide open space, most of which served as her living room and kitchen, with the stove, fridge, and counters at the north wall.