TITLE: Null City
GENRE: NA Paranormal
Gaby glared at the double doors barring entrance to the Presidential Suite. Over the past hour, she'd knocked, called, tried the house phone, and automatically straightened the paintings lining the elegant hallway. Despite muffled voices inside, the brass-bound doors remained closed.
Her brand new employee handbook was clear: missing a client appointment was an excellent way to get fired. But it never mentioned breaking and entering. She'd checked.
Her foot tapped. She could go back and try to explain to the agency. Tap. Or escape with the twins to Null City. After twenty-four hours there, special gifts disappear. Hellhounds become poodles, demons join the PTA, and harmonia become... what? Tap, tap. She'd promised Dad: no more using her harmonia gifts for B&E. Tap, tap, tap. But that was before he and Mom died in a war nobody outside Null City ever heard of. Her foot slowed. Sorry, Dad. She pulled out her father's torque wrench and favorite hook pick. Moments later the lock's tumblers hit the shearline with a subtle click.
Didn't break a friggin thing, Dad: I'm just entering. S he eased the door ajar a careful half-inch. “Hello?”
“Luic leMuir.” Leaning against the jamb with one arm blocking the doorway, he ignored her outstretched hand.
Don't say it, she admonished her squealing inner-Gaby. He doesn't need to know you have every song he's ever done. Or that you take your showers to the sound of that voice…
Her own voice was an octave higher than normal. “Gabrielle Parker, CPA."