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    Magical Crimes
    Magical Crimes
    Magical Crimes
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    Magical Crimes

    By Chris Dolley

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    Magical Crimes is a fun CSI with magic and ‘a little something else’ story. The little something else being two foot long and lurking in the hero’s trousers. But don’t worry, the boinkwurst in this story is used purely for the purpose God intended – humour and crimefighting – not lustful titillation.

    Seb Kemp is a psychic profiler with a problem. After a night out drinking some men wake up with an unexpected tattoo. Seb woke up with a floor-length boinkwurst and no memory of how, when or where it happened. To make matters worse, magic doesn’t work well with living tissue. The results are unpredictable. The spell might fade after a few days or ... something might drop off.

    He needs help but, Pete, his forensic magician partner, is 3,000 miles away working on another case and Seb’s new partner is of the young and female persuasion. Not to mention extremely hot. The two of them are thrown together to solve a high profile locked room mystery where the utmost tact and diplomacy is required – not easy for a man with unpredictable trousers.

    Magical Crimes is just over 13,000 words in length which equates to about 65 pages of a mass market paperback.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBook View Cafe
    Release dateDec 31, 2009
    ISBN9781611380408
    Magical Crimes
    Author

    Chris Dolley

    Chris Dolley is a New York Times bestselling author, a pioneer computer game designer and a teenage freedom fighter. That was in 1974 when Chris was tasked with publicising Plymouth Rag Week. Some people might have arranged an interview with the local newspaper. Chris created the Free Cornish Army, invaded the country next door, and persuaded the UK media that Cornwall had risen up and declared independence. As he told journalists at the time, 'It was only a small country, and I did give it back.'In 1981, he created Randomberry Games and wrote Necromancer, one of the first 3D first person perspective D&D computer games.In 2004, his acclaimed novel, Resonance, was the first book plucked out of Baen's electronic slushpile.Now he lives in rural France with his wife and a frightening number of animals. They grow their own food and solve their own crimes. The latter out of necessity when Chris's identity was stolen along with their life savings. Abandoned by the police forces of four countries who all insisted the crime originated in someone else's jurisdiction, he had to solve the crime himself. Which he did, and got a book out of it - the International bestseller, French Fried: One Man's Move to France With Too Many Animals And An Identity Thief.He writes SF, Fantasy, Mystery, Humour and Memoir. His memoir, French Fried, is an NY Times bestseller. What Ho, Automaton! - the first of his Reeves and Worcester Steampunk Mysteries series - was a finalist for the 2012 WSFA Small Press Award.

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      Magical Crimes - Chris Dolley

      MAGICAL CRIMES

      Chris Dolley

      This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and penises portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people, even Errol Flynn, or incidents is purely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2010 Chris Dolley

      All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book in any form.

      Cover art copyright © Donald McGill

      Cover design by Chris Dolley

      www.chris-dolley.com

      www.donaldmcgill.info

      A Smashwords Edition

      Published by Book View Cafe

      www.bookviewcafe.com

      Chapter One

      After a night out drinking some men wake up with an unexpected tattoo. Me, I woke up with a two-foot long penis. It wasn’t a tattoo.

      I rushed to the mirror. Had anything else changed? My face, my hair? Had I been turned into a donkey while I slept?

      I hadn’t. Only one thing had changed and that thing was now slapping around my ankles.

      How could this happen? When? It’s not the sort of thing you forget however much you drink.

      But I couldn’t remember a thing. Last night was a blank from the moment I’d stepped into Sam’s bar. My head throbbed and my mouth felt like a home for desiccated fur balls. I’d either been drinking heavily or been drugged.

      I’m not sure if there are recognised stages of dealing with sudden penis augmentation but I cycled though shock and denial and even found a ‘wait a minute, isn’t this a good thing’ stage.

      For about five seconds.

      Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a freak show! Look at it! It’s two foot long!

      Cold, hard reality slapped me upsides the head. It wasn’t just a matter of size. This could be life threatening. There was a very good reason cosmetic surgeons were banned from using magic. It had an unpredictable effect on living tissue. In most cases the change was temporary. In a day or two – a month at most – the magic dissipated and the change was reversed. But in ten per cent of cases something unexpected happened. Tumours, gangrene, aneurysms, chronic eczema. My penis might wither and drop off or I’d wake up tomorrow and find my left arm was ten foot long!

      I had to find whoever did this to me and force them to reverse the spell while there was still time.

      I rang Sam and got voicemail. Which shouldn’t have been a surprise. He worked late at the bar and rarely surfaced before noon. It was now only ten.

      Of course there was another way I might uncover what had happened. I was a psychic, after all. I did this kind of thing all the time. Okay, not exactly, this kind of thing. But similar. Part of my job with Magical Crimes was to ‘read’ objects and look for transfers – those little slices of life that, through intense emotion or trauma, became psychically imprinted on an object’s surface.

      I’d never tried it with a penis before – skin wasn’t the best medium for taking an imprint – but I’d had some success with corpses.

      I took another look at the giant pendulum. Did I feel like taking a reading off that? I wasn’t sure if I could touch it. It felt like it belonged to someone else.

      I closed my eyes and slid my hand slowly along its length, opening my mind and trying to drag an image or a sound – anything that might give me a clue as to what had happened the night before.

      Nothing.

      Perhaps if I rung Pete? He was my partner on Magical Crimes and a forensic magician. If anyone knew about weird magical stuff it was Pete. He’d know if this kind of thing had happened before and what to do about it. He might even be able to identify the magician responsible. You can’t weave magic without giving something away. The way you draw down the power, the way you use it. They all leave a trace.

      It would mean showing my pet python to Pete. Maybe even letting him handle it…

      I punched in Pete’s number, bemoaning my luck as I did so. Why my penis? Why not a nose or a finger? Something I could show to people!

      Pete’s phone went straight to voicemail. Which was strange. Pete never switched off his phone.

      I left a message asking him to call me as soon as he could and then waddled back to my bed. What the hell was I going to do?

      A few head in hands moments later I had another thought. Maybe I didn’t have to do anything. The odds were in my favour, after all. Ninety per cent of the time things returned to normal after a couple of days.

      Ignore it and maybe it’ll go away – my option of choice on all things medical since puberty.

      I was just starting to convince myself when the phone rang. I sprang from the bed and grabbed the phone on the first ring.

      Pete?

      It wasn’t Pete. It was my boss, Lieutenant Masters, head of the Magical Crimes Unit.

      I know you’re on vacation, Seb, but we need you. There’s been an incident at Mikhail Kozlov’s house at Oak Ridge.

      What kind of incident?

      "He wouldn’t say, but he asked for Magical Crimes specifically.

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