Chris Moriarty - The Inquisitor's Apprentice

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The day Sacha found out he could see witches was the worst day of his life…
Being an Inquisitor is no job for a nice Jewish boy. But when the police learn that Sacha Kessler can see witches, he’s apprenticed to the department’s star Inquisitor, Maximillian Wolf. Their mission is to stop magical crime. And New York at the beginning of the twentieth century is a magical melting pot where each ethnic group has its own brand of homegrown witchcraft, and magical gangs rule the streets from Hell’s Kitchen to Chinatown. Soon Sacha has teamed up with fellow apprentice Lily Astral, daughter of one of the city’s richest Wall Street Wizards — and a spoiled snob, if you ask Sacha. Their first case is to find out who’s trying to kill Thomas Edison. Edison has invented a mechanical witch detector that could unleash the worst witch-hunt in American history. Every magician in town has a motive to kill him. But as the investigation unfolds, all the clues lead back to the Lower East Side. And Sacha soon realizes that his own family could be accused of murder!

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“I assure you, madam—”

“Don’t madam me! What kind of a girl do you think my daughter is?”

“—that I’m here on official police business.”

“Hah! You think I haven’t heard that excuse before?”

“Honestly,” Lily whispered in Sacha’s ear, “between her and the ticket boy, you’ve got to wonder what the Coney Island police do all day!”

Sacha snorted in laughter, earning himself a dirty stare from Mrs. Little Cairo.

“I’ll have your badge number!” the dancer’s mother bellowed, turning back to Wolf. “Let’s see it!”

Wolf shrugged and fished his badge out of his pocket again.

“You’ll hear about this,” Mrs. Little Cairo huffed. “Let me assure you, Inquisitor Wo — oh!” She stopped cold as she read the name on Wolf’s badge, and when she spoke again, it was in a simpering, almost girlish voice. “Inquisitor Wolf? Not the Inquisitor Wolf?”

Wolf bowed solemnly. “At your service, Mrs.…”

“Darling. Mrs. Darling. Widowed.” She giggled coyly and extended the hand with which she’d been threatening his life moments ago.

Wolf hesitated only for the briefest instant before bending to kiss it.

“Oh, Inquisitor Wolf! I’m sure my daughter will be highly gratified by your appreciation of her art — to which, as you can see, she’s simply devoted — though, mind you, she’s quite unattached in any other sense. A fact which you might just consider mentioning next time you’re lunching with one of your Astrals or Vanderbilks or any of your other great Wall Street Wizards or captains of industry—”

At this point the door to the dressing room opened and Little Cairo appeared. She took stock of the situation, pursed her bee-stung lips, and turned to her mother. “Mamma,” she announced in an accent straight out of Little Italy, “I need a milk shake.”

“Now?”

Right now.”

“But, my dear, consider your reputation! To receive a gentleman caller without your dear mother present to—”

“Mamma, I’m sure Inquisitor Wolf wouldn’t dream of misbehaving with these two adorable children here.” Little Cairo pronounced the word as if it were spelled adohwable .

“But really, Rosie—”

“Mamma, I’ve lost two pounds this week!” Little Cairo plucked at the chest of her skimpy costume. “If I lose any more weight, we’re going to have to take in my clothes!

Mrs. Little Cairo gasped. Taking in Rosie’s clothes, even by so much as an inch, obviously meant giving up all her motherly dreams of Broadway debuts and high-society weddings. “A milk shake!” she agreed. “And with extra malted powder! Tell me, my pet, do you think you could drink two? ” She bustled off, muttering about the difficulty of keeping up a growing girl’s figure through nightly performances and a doubleheader Sunday matinee.

Little Cairo watched her go with a look of fond exasperation. Then she walked into her dressing room and sat down at a wobbly wicker dressing table in front of a pink-rimmed heart-shaped mirror.

“Take a load off,” she told Wolf and the apprentices. “And don’t mind me, I gotta get out of this getup. It itches something terrible!”

She turned back to the mirror, primped at her raven black locks — and then lifted them right off her head, veil, spangles, and all. The hair underneath the wig was a deep, rich, glowing auburn: the same color that every fashionable woman in New York coveted. And in Little Cairo’s case it was obviously natural — as was the way her curls swept into a ravishing Gibson Girl swirl with only a pat or two from her shapely fingers.

Sacha was still blinking in amazement at this transformation when Little Cairo pushed a pair of coke-bottle glasses onto her lovely nose. Then she peeled a gob of lime green chewing gum off the side of the mirror where she’d been storing it during her dance number, stuck it in her mouth, and started chewing as if her very life depended on beating the gum into submission.

“So,” she said between chews, “whaddaya wanna know?”

“Your name and address would be a good start.”

“Name’s DiMaggio. Rosie DiMaggio.”

Wolf had already started fishing through his pockets for the ever-elusive pencil, but now he looked up at her, perplexed. “Your mother said—”

“I know. She thinks Darling has more social potential . Mamma’s very big on social potential. She says you need more than just talent to become a celebrity. She says you need to build a persona .”

“I see. and is working for Mr. Edison part of developing your social potential?”

Rosie stuck her hand out like a cop stopping traffic. “Now wait just a minute, mister! Let’s get one thing clear from the get-go! If you tell my mother about Mr. Edison, then by gum, I’ll … I’ll … I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Wolf sounded genuinely curious.

She glared at him ferociously. “You don’t wanna know!”

“There’s no need to threaten me, Miss Darling — er, DiMaggio. I’m investigating a magical crime. I have no interest whatsoever in your romantic entanglements.”

“It ain’t no ’tanglement,” Rosie protested. “I ain’t the ’tangling kind of girl! You think I’m just some common chorus-line hoofer? I’m gonna grow up to be an inventor, just like Mr. Edison! After that, maybe I’ll have time for romance. But for now”—she pressed a shapely hand to her chest and heaved a romantic sigh—“for now, I am a Handmaid to Science!”

Wolf coughed. “and Mr. Edison is…?”

“He’s giving me inventor lessons. You think you can just wake up one morning and start inventing? Not hardly! You gotta practice, practice, practice. It’s just like tap-dancing.”

“And your mother doesn’t know about your inventor lessons.”

“She wouldn’t understand,” Rosie wailed despairingly. “ She wants me to be a stawh .”

“Excuse me. A what?”

“A stawh . A celebrity. She wants me to be a famous actress and get my picture in the paper and marry a millionaire.” Rosie sighed fatalistically. “I know she only wants what’s best for me. But a girl can’t be practical all her life. A girl’s gotta have dreams!”

“And Mr. Edison is helping you pursue your dreams by giving you inventing lessons … er … free of charge?”

“Not for free! For valuable services rendered! I’m his lab assistant. Which basically means I take the lab notes and clean up the mess after he explodes stuff, and if someone has to get electrocuted, it’s me.” Rosie grinned, flashing thirty-two perfect white teeth and one gob of lime green chewing gum. “But like they say on the turf, If you don’t risk your money, you can’t play the ponies!”

Wolf smothered a grin. “And was Mr. Edison in the process of electrocuting you yesterday when the … er…”

“When the dybbuk showed up?”

Wolf’s pencil paused. “Why is everybody so sure it was a dybbuk, anyway?”

“Because it was.”

“How do you know?” Wolf asked curiously.

“Oh, it had all the classic signs. The cold and hungry look. That creepy wailing and gnashing of teeth in the outer darkness kind of aura. Plus, it looked like a dybbuk.”

“And just what do you imagine a dybbuk looks like?”

“You know!” Rosie waved a hand vaguely in Sacha’s direction. “Like … like a nice Jewish boy.”

“She seems to know an awful lot about dybbuks for an Italian girl,” Lily pointed out acidly. “Doesn’t anyone else think that’s a little odd?”

Sacha jumped at the sound of Lily’s voice. He’d been so busy staring at Little Cairo that he’d forgotten all about Lily. But there she was, sitting right next to him with a pinched-up look on her face like she’d just eaten a lemon.

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