Tux and Spell

Mallory's House

A blonde man taking shelter for a moment under a downtown San Jose shop yard, he leaves early in the morning to fulfill the one-sided promise made by his client. The blonde took out his smartphone and checked the address that he had traced yesterday. The address of a Mallory - the woman suspected of being a witch - his client.

Yesterday, when he picked up his cell phone ringing in surprise and curiosity, because the mysterious client who never contacted him, called. Only one word was spoken, when the man picked up his cell phone, only a "hello?". The woman spoke quickly about wanting to meet him today, and shortly afterward the line was cut off from one side.

A Roderick - a blonde man with a collection of former ranks, supermodels, in a "hang-up" by a mysterious woman who is suspected of being a witch. Suddenly this made him laughs, because the two of them were investigating the whereabouts of Margy - Jacob's lover who had gone somewhere. Even Jacob, who was so upset, laughed out loud.

He saw the address of the client who turned out to live in an uninhabitable apartment not far from where he stood. Roderick puts his cell phone back in his jacket, the morning drizzle of downtown San Jose really pisses him off. Accustomed to looking good - Roderick would be very uncomfortable if he had to be soaked and drenched in the rain. His hair will smell, his jacket will smell musty too. He decided to wait for the rain to stop.

At 9.40, twenty minutes before the appointed time for his client to meet, but the drizzle didn't stop. Roderick cursed loudly and broke through the rain. Along the way, Roderick cursed in annoyance over his clothes and clothes that smelled like rain.

"Just watch out for that witch !! Making my day sucks this early !!" He muttered irritably when his black cargo pants were splashed by dirty water on the road. He has to laundry his favorite pants, he'll make sure Jacob pays the bill.

An unkempt building stands firm, even though some of the paint is peeling off. The five-story building in front of him added to Roderick's growing annoyance as he set foot on the paved road that had a lot of dirty water.

"Just watch out if there are rats !! Oh my God !! What a sin I have to step into this building!" He said for a moment before entering the rundown apartment. Roderick climbed the steps up to the third floor where his client lived and walked to doorway number 304, then knocked on it.

The worn wooden door in front of him opened and revealed the figure of a woman in her thirties with a very pale face and loose straight black hair. The woman wearing the dark blue dress is her client - Mallory Elizabeth, or as the woman wishes, called Molly.

Molly turned and sat on the moss-green long chair. Her right eyebrow rose as she looked at Roderick, who was still standing stiffly at the door of her apartment.

"How long are you going to stand up?" Asked Molly and managed to pull Roderick out of his reverie. Roderick walked in and sat down next to Molly two seats away.

"What made you ask me to come to ..." said Roderick hanging, his eyes saw the entire contents of the room, "apartment ??" He finished with a questioning tone, not sure whether the room where his client lived could be defined as an apartment or not.

"I wanted to tell you - that I never kidnapped Sofia, she was kidnapped by someone while we were sleeping - one night," Molly explained matter-of-factly. Roderick nodded slowly and looked at Molly's face, which looked tense. Her skin, which was indeed pale, looked even paler, there was no color at all on her face. Even her face didn't have a blush at all.

"It was my biological sister who kidnapped Sofia!" Molly continued and finally looked at Roderick.

Shocked. When Molly looked Roderick right in the eye bead, Roderick seemed to froze and looked at Molly's face full of question marks. "Is it true that the woman in front of him is a magician?" His mind hesitated. Molly looks like a woman who is vulnerable and needs her help.

"Don't look at me with those eyes Mr. Hawkin!" Molly said curtly and looked away, "I'm not interested in romance!"

Roderick turned his gaze to the worn carpet on the floor. "How is this possible? What is the reason?"

"Oh ... Mr. Hawkin, I have to tell you about this case from the start." Molly got up from her seat and walked into a room, shortly after that she walked back with a glass of water, and gave it to Roderick.

"I was born with a power that attaches itself to me, a force or a curse - I don't know either." Molly took her seat a few minutes ago. "Since childhood, I was able to talk to creatures from other dimensions - the spiritual dimension."

"Are you a witch?" Roderick asked still in disbelief at what he heard.

"I don't know ... I don't have the power to turn you into a frog ... Is that what witches mean to you?" Molly sighed heavily, "The only difference between me and anyone else is ... I'm talking to a spirit. That's all."

"What I did with the spells on Sofia was the suggestion of my spirit friend," continued Molly, "the spell and the painting on her body were her protective spells, my friend has long known - that Sofia will be the target of many parties, he told me to paint and cast a protective spell for her. "

"Y ... You?" Roderick stammered and shocked, did her spirit friend tell her that he and Jacob had been looking for information about her?

"Of course Mr. Hawkin, she even told me what was on your head right now," Molly answered Roderick's unspoken question with a flat face, except for her eyes. Molly's dark blue eyes looked at Roderick defiantly - as if they could read and see everything that was happening in another world and dimension.

"I'm looking for, to help you, Mrs. Mallory .." said Roderick who was immediately interrupted.

"Oh .. Cut the formality !! Call me Molly!"

"All right... I mean Molly. I meant to seek information from your husband's lawyer. Even my friends ..."

"Mr. Jacob ... What do you mean?" Once again Molly interrupted Roderick's words, "I know what happened to Mr. Hawkin ... Even I know what you and the genius Jacob don't know !!"

"Call me Roderick !!" Roderick sighs softly to give in to the character of the owner of the house, or apartment ... Or motel ... Or ... whatever this building is called, "so tell me things that can help you! Give me information about your kidnapping !! Police investigators have suspected you !! Your unfriendly attitude and accusations and evidence that your husband brought, all incriminating you! "

"I know ..." Molly looked down and played the fingers on her palms, "I know ... And I'll Co-oporate, I'll tell you everything!"

Molly looked at Roderick with sad eyes, she looked very unwell. Her eyes were slightly watery with a pale white body. Her mouth is dry and there are dark circles under her eyes. This woman needs help.