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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“So where were they from?”

“Who?”

“The stonemasons.”

“I told you, Italy.”

“Come on! Gimme a little help here!” Rosie held up her hand with her thumb and fingers pressed together and shook it in front of Sacha’s nose as if she were trying to shake the information out of thin air. “I mean, tell me he’s from Napoli. Or Palermo. Or Abruzzo. Then I could find him for you in half an hour flat. But Italy? Do you know how many Italians there are on this island?”

“Oh,” Sacha said disappointedly. “But how would we even know where he was from?”

“I dunno. What language were they speaking?”

“Uh… Italian?”

Rosie sighed and rolled her eyes. It made her look surprisingly like Bekah. “What kind of Italian?”

“Is there more than one?” Lily asked, completely mystified.

“Wait a minute,” Sacha said. “He did say something that I thought was really strange. Not that I know anything about … well…” He flailed around for a minute trying to find a polite word for goyim , but then gave up. “Anyway, he said the dybbuk’s eyes were blacker than Gesù Bambino . I always thought that meant ‘Baby Jesus.’ But that’s definitely the first time I ever heard anyone call Jesus bl—”

Suddenly Rosie was jumping up and down and hugging him. “Sacha,” she cried, “you’re a genius!”

“Really?”

“They’re not just stonemasons — they’re Sicilian stonemasons. From Tindari. Betcha dollars to dybbuks! And not just that, but I know exactly where they’d go if they were looking for a safe place to get away from the cops!”

By the time they got to Twelfth Street, Rosie had explained her reasoning — though her whirlwind explanation left Sacha’s head spinning.

“It’s like this, see. The only person who’d say someone was nero come il bambino Gesù , is a person who’s seen a Black Madonna. And the only Black Madonna I ever heard of is the Madonna of Tindari. Which I happen to know about because of the Saint’s Feast they have every year up on Twelfth Street. Hey, look! They’ve got fresh pizza at Vesuvio’s. Wanna slice?”

That’s pizza?” Lily asked. “Wow. Well, if you’re getting a slice anyway…”

“What about you, Sacha? Don’t worry, it’s kosher!”

“It is? ” Sacha asked eagerly.

“Sure,” Rosie said with a laugh. “Just like wonton soup.”

Wonton soup? Who told you that? Your cousin’s boyfriend?” Sacha was starting to have some serious doubts about the fellow.

“It’s a joke,” Rosie said, laughing. “You know: Why is wonton soup kosher? What, you never heard that one? Come on, ask me!”

“Uh … okay … why is wonton soup kosher?”

“’Cause it’s Chinese, stupid!”

“Oh,” Sacha said, feeling disappointed. the pizza really had looked good.

“So anyway,” Rosie continued when she’d finished her pizza, “they used to have this street fair every year up on Twelfth Street. You know, get out the Madonna, dress her up in fancy clothes, parade her around, play with snakes. All good fun. I used to go every year ’cause they had the best fried squid in town.”

“Fried squid?” Lily said in tones of intense interest. “When is this fair again?”

“Yeah, well, unfortunately the health inspectors shut them down for sanitary reasons —someone complained about the squid, probably.”

“People are so stupid,” Lily sighed.

“Tell me about it,” Rosie agreed. “That was some really good squid!”

Sacha rolled his eyes. All he needed to do now was get them in a room with his mother, and every city health inspector would be run out of town on a rail.

“So anyway,” Rosie went on, “after the street festival was shut down, the Sicilian Stonemasons Fraternal Association volunteered to build a chapel for the Black Madonna if someone would donate the space for it. So who steps up to the plate? Mr. Rotella of Rotella’s Funeral Home on Twelfth Street. He donates his whole basement — well, except for the part where they keep the corpsicles. So the Order of the Santissima Madonna di Tindari builds their chapel there. Which my Uncle Louie just happened to be the guy who did the electrical wiring on it. Which I just happen to have overheard him telling my mother that those Tindari Sicilians were practically moving into the place, and Mr. Rotella was going to get shut down by the city if he started letting people sleep in his basement. Well, live people, I mean. I guess you don’t need a health inspection for dead people. Hey, look, fried dough! Want some, Sacha? No? Well, maybe later.”

By the time they reached Twelfth Street, Sacha’s stomach was growling — and he was starting to wonder how two reasonably normal-size girls could possibly cram this much food down their gullets without exploding.

“Well, here we are,” Rosie said. “Rotella’s Funeral Home! Now we just have to figure out how to talk our way into the basement!”

Rotella’s Funeral Home presided over a forty-foot stretch of Twelfth Street, transforming an ordinary workaday section of sidewalk into something resembling a wedding cake for giants with very questionable taste in pastries. Its awning was a meringue-like confection of pink and silver satin. Its stained-glass windows twinkled in rainbow colors that would have looked right at home in any Coney Island fun house. Its facade dripped with so many gleaming terra cotta sculptures that it was hard to imagine there was an ordinary brick tenement house somewhere under it all.

Lily gasped. “That’s really … really … uh…”

“I know,” Rosie breathed, licking fried dough off her fingers. She sighed ecstatically. “Isn’t it just gorgeous?

The door to the chapel was no exception to the general wedding cake theme. It might have started out life as a regular basement door, but it had since moved up in the world. When they first spotted it, tucked away neatly at street level in the shadow of the marble-veneered main entrance, Sacha thought it was made of hammered silver.

In fact, it was made of something much stranger. It was entirely covered with shiny little tin plaques, which were nailed onto the wood in a crazy-quilt pattern that reminded Sacha of the way pigeons ruffed their feathers up when they fought over a scrap of food in the gutter. The tin plaques had bumpy hammered-out pictures on them that turned out to be images of legs, feet, hands, elbows, hearts, kidneys, and livers — basically, every body part that Sacha knew the name of and a few whose names he couldn’t even guess at.

“People put them up to thank the Madonna for healing them,” Rosie explained. “See, this one is from a guy with a heart condition, and this one is thanks for saving a baby from the croup, and this one … hey, check it out, she must have healed a bald guy. A whole lotta bald guys, from the look of it. Maybe I oughta look into this place from an inventing perspective. Curing baldness is a real growth industry — did you ever think about that?”

Lily choked on her last bite of fried dough.

“Can we go in now?” Sacha asked.

The first thing he noticed when they stepped through the door was that it was dark — so dark he couldn’t see anything at all for a moment. Then he saw the Madonna herself, and that swept every other thought out of his head.

She sat at the far end of the room, in a little alcove whose walls, floor, and ceiling were completely carpeted with more of the silvery talismans. They flickered in the light of the votive candles so that it looked like the Madonna was flying — but flying on human hands and legs and hearts instead of on angel wings.

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