Arcane Society Story 01 - The Scargill Cove Case Files Read Online Free PDF

and winked below. A nearly full moon bathed the scene in silver.
    The vast expanse of the roof was dotted here and there by the looming shapes of several tons of HVAC equipment. It took a lot of air-conditioning for a mall to survive summer and winter in the desert.
    She hesitated, trying to concentrate on the possibilities that might be available if the hunters followed her to the top of the mall. She could see at least three other stairwell entrances that opened onto the roof. But the river of icy fog did not lead toward one of the potential escape routes. It illuminated a path to the edge of the roof. At the end of the trail of freezing mist, a woman stood silhouetted against the city lights.
    Isabella slipped into her shoes and went slowly toward the woman.
    “Hi,” she said. Her heart was pounding, but she managed to keep her voice calm and soothing. “Are you okay?”
    The woman gasped and turned quickly. “Who are you?”
    “This week I’m Annie. What’s your name?”
    “Sandra. What are you doing here?”
    “I don’t know. You tell me.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sandra sounded angry now.
    “You’re thinking of jumping off this roof, aren’t you?”
    “Don’t come any closer.”
    “Okay.” Isabella stopped. “I’d really like to help you, but we’re going to have to make this fast. I don’t have a lot of time.”
    “Got another appointment?” Sandra’s tone was utterly flat now. “Don’t let me keep you.”
    “The thing is there are a couple of guys downstairs who want to kidnap me.”
    “What on earth are you talking about?”
    Isabella inched closer. She was still too far away from Sandra to do what needed to be done.
    “They’re hunting for me as we speak. It won’t take them long to realize that I’m not coming out of the stockroom. It would be good if I could get off this roof before they find me.”
    “Two men are hunting you?” Sandra’s voice rose in disbelief. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”
    “I wish.”
    “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    “Very.”
    “You’re probably on drugs. Did you stiff your dealer? Look, I don’t want to get involved, okay? I’ve got my own problems.”
    “No, honest,” Isabella said. “This has nothing to do with drugs. Ten days ago I stumbled into a very dangerous conspiracy. Someone set me up to take the fall. The real conspirators think I know too much. I’m afraid they may have murdered my grandmother because I told her about the scheme. And now they’re trying to kill me. Oh, damn, I really don’t have time for this conversation.”
    “Are you some kind of nutcase? One of those conspiracy freaks?”
    “That opinion has been floated occasionally.” Isabella edged closer. Almost there. Another couple of feet and she would be able to touch Sandra. All she needed was physical contact.
    “Stop,” Sandra said. “Don’t come any closer. I mean it.”
    Muffled footsteps sounded inside the nearby stairwell.
    “I think we just ran out of time,” Isabella said. “Here they come.”
    “Who?” Bewildered and distracted, Sandra turned her head toward the stairwell.
    “The killers,” Isabella replied.
    She pounced. Seizing Sandra’s wrist, she found a focus and pulsed some energy.
    Sandra’s face became expressionless. She stared off into the distance.
    Isabella yanked her behind the massive metal housing that shrouded the HVAC equipment. She pushed her down onto the rooftop. “Stay here. Don’t move and don’t say a word until I tell you it’s safe to come out.”
    Sandra did not respond. Isabella pulsed a little more energy and then released Sandra’s arm. The woman sat very still, her back against the metal housing, and gazed out into the night.
    The door of the stairwell slammed open. Isabella knew that there was no point trying to hide on the rooftop. The killers would conduct a thorough search.
    She moved out from behind the HVAC tower and looked at the figure that had just emerged from the