Magic Graves

afforded to an odd insect. "Here come the grieving parents. I've met them before."
    "Is that her sister?" I murmured.
    "No, that's Mrs. Sunny, her mother. The boy is Amanda's brother."
    Not human.
    The middle-aged man saw the female navigator, whose body the People had just loaded on the gurney. "Amanda! Jesus Christ, Amanda! Baby!"
    "No!" The woman cried out.
    He dashed to Amanda. "Oh God. Oh God."
    The golden-haired woman chased after him, the boy in tow. "Don't go near her!"
    The man grasped Amanda's hand. The golden band of the necklace popped open. An eerie soft glow ignited within the necklace, setting the gold aglow.
    "Oh Go-" Amanda's father fell silent in the middle of the word, transfixed by the necklace.
    His hand inched toward it.
    "Stop!" Curran barked.
    I was already moving.
    The golden woman pushed past him, yanked the necklace from Amanda's neck, spun, and thrust it at the boy's throat. The gold band locked on the child's neck, adhering to his skin. I missed it by half a second.
    The boy gasped. His father shook his head, as if awakened from a dream.
    The golden-haired woman stared at me with her old eyes and smiled.
    "Are you out of your mind?" I snarled. "That necklace just killed your daughter."
    "This isn't your affair," the golden-haired woman said.
    "Take it off. Now."
    She sneered. "I can't."
    She knew exactly what that necklace did. She made a conscious choice between her husband and her son.
    The boy dug his fingers into his neck, trying pry the necklace loose. It remained stuck. The skin around the band of gold was turning red. We had to get him out of here.
    The man stared at her. "Aurellia? What's going on? What's the meaning of this?"
    "Don't worry about it," the woman told him. "I'll explain it later."
    "No, you'll explain it now." Curran moved next to me.
    "I have to concur," Ghastek said.
    The woman raised her chin. "You have no authority over me."
    "Aurellia, what is going on?" her husband asked.
    "On the contrary. We have all the authority we need." Ghastek snapped his fingers. A woman in a business suit and glasses popped up by his side as if by magic.
    "The necklace caused the death of a journeywoman in our employ," the woman said. "We've expended considerable amount of money training her, not to mention the cost of the two vampires that were terminated as a result of her death. That necklace is evidence in our investigation of the incident. If you obstruct our investigation by withholding this evidence from us, we will obtain a court order requiring you to surrender the necklace to us. Should we choose to pursue this matter further, you will find yourself in a very actionable position."
    Some people had attack dogs. Ghastek had attack lawyers. If he got his hands on the boy, he'd find a way to remove the necklace. Even if he had to behead the child to get it.
    I couldn't let the People get the boy.
    "That's nice," I said. "I have a simpler solution. Take the necklace off the child now and I won't kill you."
    "Wait a God damned minute." Amanda's father moved to stand between me and his wife. "Everyone calm down. Just calm down."
    "Give me the boy and nobody gets hurt," I told them. "Nobody here will stop me."
    "That child is wearing our evidence," Ghastek said.
    Curran's eyes lit up with gold. He leveled his alpha stare on the woman. She flinched.
    "Give me the child," Curran said, his voice a deep inhuman growl.
    "Fine." Aurellia shoved the boy toward us. "Take him."
    Curran swept the boy off the floor and picked him up. Ghastek's face fell. We've won this round.
    "Give me back my son!" the man demanded.
    Curran just looked at him.
    "It's in the boy's best interests to stay in our custody," Ghastek said. "We have better facilities."
    "It's not your facilities I doubt," Curran said. "It's your motives."
    "What does that supposed to mean?" Ghastek narrowed his eyes.
    "It means the necklace is more important to you than the boy," I said. "You'll slice the flesh off his neck to get it."
    "That's a gross exaggeration." The Master of the Dead crossed his arms. "I've never murdered a child."
    "Oh it's never murder when you do it," I said. "It's a regrettable accidental casualty."
    "You can't do this!" Amanda's father thrust himself before Curran. "You can't take my son."
    "Yes, I can," Curran said. "We'll keep him safe. If your wife decides to explain what's going, I will consider returning him."
    "Go fuck yourself," the golden-haired woman said. "Crawl back into whatever dark hole you