The shop was small and dark, with only a few lights at the edges of the room. A short, middle-aged man greeted David from behind a counter.
“Hello, sir. Anything in particular you’re looking for?”
“Okay. Let me know if have any questions.” The man sounded friendly, but David didn’t trust him. Evil didn’t announce itself.
“Are you seeing all this?” David whispered towards the small portal on his shoulder.
“Shh,” was the only response.
The store was full of trinkets that one would expect to find in a place like this: charms, crystals, and potions were the most common bits. It all appeared to be harmless, though David couldn’t tell for certain what, if anything, was real. On a shelf, one peculiar statue caught his eye. Only six inches high, it depicted some sort of sea creature he didn’t recognize.
The man looked up. “That? It’s supposed to be some sort of deity. Ancient. From somewhere in the Pacific, I think.”
“You don’t know?”
“I get a lot of stuff. It’s hard to keep track of all of it. I figure someone will recognize it and buy it. If not, it’s still an interesting piece.”
“I suppose.” David was confused. Wasn’t he a mage? How could he not know what he was selling. Had Mark lied to him about getting the box here in spite of his terror? He decided to be more direct and walked up to the counter.
“Actually, I am looking for something, I suppose. Something that will scare someone. Not hurt them, just scare them. Do you have anything like that?”
The man stared at him, weighing some sort of judgment.
“Who are you?” He eventually asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you a cop? Trying to get me to admit to selling dangerous stuff?”
“No, I . . .”
“This is all just for fun. People come in here looking for baubles, something to believe in, to give them a sense of security or to play at being wizards. Whatever. If you’re a cop, either charge me with something or get out. And if you’re not a cop, just get out.”
His anger took David by surprise. He turned and left in stunned silence.
“That was quite a performance.” Having forgotten about her portal, Julia’s voice started David.
“You think he was lying?”
“That’s one possibility. Another is that he’s selling things without knowing what they are. Or your client’s ex lied to you. Which do you think is more likely?”
“I’m not sure. Mark seemed truly scared, so I have trouble believing he would lie. But this guy seemed genuine as well.”
“Do you want me to . . .” Julia’s voice abruptly cut off.
“Julia?” There was no indication that her portal was still open.
David looked around but saw nothing that would explain the portal’s closing. He had already walked about a block from the magic store. Could the owner have done something? But why? That would only have raised David’s suspicions even higher.
Fearing something had gone wrong, David began to hurry back to the house.