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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 20 #LisaMason #SFWApro
Malaky opens his cell phone, exchanges words with Doc Eve at the scene, and orders the paramedics to prep three body bags and follow us. I’m hating this more and more with every minute that passes. I...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 21 #LisaMason #SFWApro
18 “Need a ride home, Ms. Teller?” “Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Kovac. I’ll walk.” At his skeptical look, I add, “I need the exercise.” “Uh-huh. You look tired. You’ve had a shock.” No kidding. My leg...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 22 #LisaMason #SFWApro
19 “I’m coming back here after sunset to question the vampires,” Kovac says. “Can you be home to let me in the building?” “I’ll be home.” “Good, thanks.” He takes a pen and a business card out of his...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 23 #LisaMason #SFWApro
21 “Magic is Real,” Professor Bonwitch tells our class. “Those in the World of Magic have known this truth since the dawn of humanity. You know this, too, or you would not have applied to study at the...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 24 #LisaMason #SFWApro
Julianne and Tina escort Sally Lee back to the patio and settle her between Josh and me. She huddles there, glaring at Jackal. I pat her hand. “We’ll protect you, Sally Lee. Won’t we, Josh?” “I’m just...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 25 #LisaMason #SFWApro
22 I follow Bonwitch through the courtyard, beneath one of those high arches, and into Cirlot Hall, a dark-brick tower where the faculty keeps their offices. Over the top of the tiny professor’s head,...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 26 #LisaMason #SFWApro
A world pops up in the slice of light, and I see my mother’s name, the date of her birth and the date of her death, only days ago. Only days ago? Try a lifetime ago. A lifetime passes when your mother...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 27 #LisaMason #SFWApro
23 I walk four blocks from campus back to Mirage Way, shaken to my soul by Bonwitch’s revelation. Another secret of my past revealed. A grievous secret. What’s next? Home at last in my private world at...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 28 #LisaMason #SFWApro
24 “That was more fun than a barrel full of barracudas.” I escort Kovac and Valdez from the service elevator through the maze of back halls to the lobby. Have I just become more involved in the Tilden...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 29 #LisaMason #SFWApro
25 After calling in the pizzas, I wander over to the aquarium and am treated once more to dazzling yellow dorsal fins, incandescent blue lateral lines, particularly startling scarlet caudal fins. I...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 30 #LisaMason #SFWApro
The sharp rap on my door nearly knocks me out of my chair. I run and unlock the locks with a series of paranoid clicks that must sound to Tesla, standing in the hall, a lot like poor old Stanley...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 31 #LisaMason #SFWApro
26 An elevator chimes in the lobby of One Hundred Eighty Grand Avenue, a mirrored midcentury high-rise in booming uptown Oakland and home to the Bay Area offices of the FBI. Jack Kovac strides out...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 32 #LisaMason #SFWApro
Glossy condo complexes boasting killer bay views and glossier shopping malls boasting every high-end franchise I’ve ever heard of crowd Bay Street on the Emeryville waterfront. I widen my eyes. “This...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 33 #LisaMason #SFWApro
28 Drawers have been yanked out, the contents spilled. Cupboards flung open and dishes swept out, the broken pieces of mismatched porcelain littering the kitchenette floor. Closet doors pulled ajar,...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 34 #LisaMason #SFWApro
Valdez remains behind in Barb’s apartment, supervising the crime scene, while Kovac, Malaky, and I clatter up a flight of concrete stairs held precariously in place by two rusting steel girders. Kovac...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 35 #LisaMason #SFWApro
29 Kovac swings onto I-80 southbound, heading back to Oakland, and slams to a halt at the parking lot of bumpers of the early-flex after-work crowd. We roll up our windows and grit our teeth in the...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 37 #LisaMason #SFWApro
30 I rock ‘n’ roll back to Berkeley the supersonic way: on a city street. Forget the gridlocked, fume-polluted freeway. Telegraph Avenue is a straight shot of normal stop-and-go from uptown Oakland to...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 38 #LisaMason #SFWApro
I stash my Whole Foods goodies in fridge and pantry, hull and pop an organic strawberry in my mouth, then sprint to my home office. I’ve witnessed summonings of the Yonder by two very different...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 39 #LisaMason #SFWApro
Lastor told me the Revel isn’t formal, but my churchgoing white linen dress is too proper, my black silk mourning dress too plain. From the moving box I couldn’t wait to tear open, I take out a...
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The Garden of Abracadabra by Lisa Mason, Serial 40 #LisaMason #SFWApro
31 I’m right about a doorman. At my knock on the door to Number Sixty, a little old gnome greets me, resplendent in a powdered wig, indigo livery trimmed in silver, white stockings, and black patent...
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