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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Chris Moriarty

Inquisitor's Apprentice

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To Grandma and Grandpa—

and all the friends and family

who made sitting around their kitchen table

so special

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Contents

The Boy Who Could See Witches

Whose Pig Are You?

Watcher in the Shadows

Sacha Makes a Promise

Lily Astral

Inquisitor Wolf

The House of Morgaunt

Industrial Witches of the World Unite!

The Wizard of Luna Park

The Handmaid of Science

The Master of Manacles

The Money Coat

Rushing the Growler

The Immortals of Chinatown

A Shande far di Goyim

Some Old Goat Named Kessler

Tea with Mrs. Astral

Up the River

Mrs. Worley's Soul Catcher

The Path of No Action

Sacha Goes House Hunting

Gone, All Gone

Bull Moose

A Long Way Down

The Lone Gunman

On Horrible Bird Feet

No Ticket, No Show

Seeing the Elephant

Admission to the Burning Ruins 1 °Cents

Beginnings

A Brief Note on Alternate History

CHAPTER ONE. The Boy Who Could See Witches

THE DAY SACHA found out he could see witches was the worst day of his life.

It started out as a perfectly ordinary Friday afternoon — if you could ever call Friday afternoons on Hester Street ordinary.

People said there were more human beings per square mile on New York’s Lower east Side than in the Black Hole of Calcutta, and Sacha thought it must be true. the roar of all those people was like the surf of a mighty ocean. You could hear them working and eating, talking and praying, running the sewing machines that clattered away from dawn to dusk in the windows of every tenement building. You could feel their dreams crackling along the cobblestones like the electricity in the big transformers down at Thomas Edison’s Pearl Street power station. And you could feel the shivery static charge of their magic — both the legal and the illegal kind.

Not that anyone was worried about illegal magic at half past four on a Friday afternoon. Fridays on Hester Street were only about one thing: shopping.

Pushcarts packed every inch of pavement from the East River Docks to the Bowery. Mobs of housewives jostled and hollered, desperate to get their Shabbes shopping done before sunset. Salesmen cut through the crowd like sharks, hunting for customers to cajole, bully, or physically drag into their basement storefronts. Pack peddlers and day-old-bread sellers battled for space in the gutter, each one bellowing at the top of his lungs that his wares were cheaper, better tasting, and better for you than anyone else’s.

Every piece of food had to be sold now, before the whole Lower East Side shut down for Shabbes . After that the city closed all the stores on Sunday to make sure the goyim stayed sober for church. and after that … well, if you had anything left to sell on Monday, you might as well just throw it out. Because no Jewish housewife was ever in a million years going to feed her family three-day-old anything.

Most Fridays, Sacha’s mother got off work at the Pentacle Shirtwaist Factory just in time to race home, grab the week’s savings out of the pickle jar behind the stove, and dash back outside half an hour before sunset.

That was when the real craziness began.

You’d think a woman with only half an hour to do three days’ worth of grocery shopping wouldn’t have time to haggle. But if you thought that, you didn’t know Ruthie Kessler. Sacha’s mother went shopping like a general goes to war. her weapons were a battered shopping basket, a blistering tongue, and a fistful of pennies. And her children were her foot soldiers.

Sacha and his older sister, Bekah, would sprint up and down Hester Street, ducking around knees and elbows and dodging within a hair’s breadth of oncoming traffic. they’d visit every shop, every pushcart, every pack peddler. They’d race back to their mother to report on the state of the enemy’s battle lines. And then Mrs. Kessler would issue her orders and dole out her pennies:

“Three cents for an onion? that’s meshuga ! tell Mr. Kaufmann no one else is charging more than two!”

“What do you mean you’re not sure how fresh Mrs. Lieberman’s tomatoes are? Are you my son, or aren’t you? Go back and squeeze them!”

“All right, all right! Tell Mr. Rabinowitz you’ll take the herring. But if he chops the head off like he did last week, I’m sending it back. I never buy a fish until I see the whites of its eyes!”

This Friday the shopping seemed like it would never end. But at last the sun sank over the Bowery. the shouting faded, and the crowds began to break up and drift away. Mrs. Kessler looked upon her purchases and found them good — or at least as good as a hardworking Jewish mother was willing to admit that anything in this wicked world could be.

“I’ve got a few pennies left,” she told her children as they hefted their overflowing baskets and began to stagger home. “Let’s stop off at Mrs. Lassky’s bakery for some rugelach .”

“No thanks,” Bekah said. “I’m not hungry. and anyway I have homework.”

Mrs. Kessler watched her daughter go with narrowed eyes, fingering the little silver locket she always wore around her neck. “So secretive,” she murmured. “You’d almost think … well, never mind. It’s a mystery what girls want these days.”

It might be a mystery what Bekah wanted, but there was no mistaking what the girls lining up outside Mrs. Lassky’s bakery were after. The big English sign over the door said LASSKY & DAUGHTERS KOSHER BAKED GOODS. But the English sign was only there to fool the cops. And since there was no such thing as a Jewish Inquisitor in the New York Police Department, the handwritten Hebrew signs taped to the shop window made no bones about what was really for sale inside:

NOSH ON THIS!

OUR

DELICIOUSLY EFFICACIOUS KNISHES

ARE GUARANTEED TO

GET ANY GIRL MARRIED WITHIN THE YEAR

(MULTIPLE DOSES MAY BE REQUIRED

IN SPECIAL CASES)

STOP SAYING “OY VEY!”

START SAYING “OYTZER!”

ONE BITE OF OUR

MYSTERIOUSLY MONOGAMOUS

MARZIPAN

WILL MAKE HIM YOURS FOREVER!

TIRED OF WAITING FOR HER

TO MAKE UP HER MIND?

HAVE A MOTHER-IN-LATKE

YOU PICK THE PERFECT SON-IN-LAW,

WE DO THE REST!

Sacha had never quite understood why magic was illegal in America. He just knew that it was. And that his mother and practically every other housewife on Hester Street cheerfully ignored the law whenever disapproving husbands and fathers — not to mention the NYPD Inquisitors — were safely elsewhere.

Luckily, though, Sacha didn’t have to worry about that. He’d made it all the way through his bar Mitzvah without showing an ounce of magical talent — and he couldn’t have been happier about it.

Inside Mrs. Lassky’s tiny shop, the air was thick with magic. Customers packed every nook and cranny like pickled herring. Half of them were shouting out orders, the other half were trying to pay, and they were all yammering away at each other like gossip was about to be outlawed tomorrow. Behind the counter, the Lassky twins scurried back and forth under drifting clouds of pastry flour. Mrs. Lassky sat at the ornate cash register accepting cash, compliments — and, yes, even the occasional complaint.

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