Cappy was the police chief here in our little slice of heaven called Blackbriar Heights. He cruised about town in an old police cruiser that has seen better days. His primary function was to keep the mundanes out of trouble.
“Bigger. No offense Grandmother, but we don’t have crime here.”
“We do, but you would not have heard about it. No, I will not explain. You can ask me later after you finish school.”
“What school am I going to?”
“How about the FBI Academy? Would you like to work for the US Government?”
“Really? How?”
“The Council has been trying to get someone to join for a few years. The Fed’s have to deal with paranormal crime on a daily basis. Some of the less powerful groups already have trained agents serving. They have been asking for a magic user for a while.”
“And they wa
