"Hey Marcus," I called out as he was preparing to leave after our morning strategy session. "I wanted to ask you about something..."
He turned, that warm New Orleans smile lighting up his face. "What's on your mind, baby?"
"You mentioned a hairdresser earlier - Miss Marie? The one who runs the salon in the Seventh Ward?"
Marcus's eyes lit up with understanding. "Ah, Miss Marie! Baby, that woman's been doing supernatural hair longer than I been alive. Got magic in her hands, literally."
"Magic?" I leaned forward, intrigued.
"She ain't just a hairdresser," Marcus explained, settling back into his chair. "She's what we call a hair witch. Blends traditional styling with old magic. Can read a person's entire supernatural signature just by touching their hair."
"Now this is interesting," Y
