The Mage's Code: Book 1 Search
By Daniel Mayer
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The Mage's Code (book 01: search) is a fantasy adventure novel full of suspense and mystery. The story is intended for a young-adult to adult audience, and contains some profanity and suggestive themes. This is the first in the book series The Mage's Code by Daniel P Mayer. The second book in the series will be published at a later date, unless this one just doesn't sell at all, in which case I'll devote my time to better things. There are a lot of good books out there to read these days.
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The Mage's Code - Daniel Mayer
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Prologue
Being a phantom is one of those things you just start to take for granted after a while. As the world passes you by, the days blending together into the weeks, into the months and years beyond, all without a human soul ever noticing you, you just sort of fall into a rhythm that happens almost unconsciously. I had some trouble getting used to meeting, or rather avoiding, the glances of strangers as I walked the streets. While I vaguely remembered a handful of social niceties I could employ, I preferred to save them until they were absolutely necessary.
The man I found myself seeking out for asylum at least could relate somewhat to my experience. Living on the street will condition a man to expect passersby to stop noticing him, as if he were already in the grip of death and not merely close to its doorstep. I never bothered to learn this man’s name. He fit every stereotype you might imagine of a man living on the street, with perhaps the exception of a pair of faded denim suspenders, and a tattered camouflage hat with some sort of military insignia on it. As I approached him, he only made a modest effort to conceal the paper bag he had cradled beside him, tucking it under his coat and sitting up straight against the brick wall he currently occupied.
Well now, what do you call this getup?
he said, looking me up and down. You some kind of re-enactor or whatever they’re called?
I just stared at him for a moment. My conversational skills were similarly out of practice, not that they were ever truly top-notch. I would’ve liked to think I learned from the best, though.
Perhaps you haven’t heard,
I replied finally, tipping my faded bowler hat to him. Fashion is cyclical. What’s old is new again. I myself can hardly wait until the sixties make their comeback. If I encourage ladies to burn their bras now, I get the strangest looks.
The older man laughed, his laugh transitioning into a raspy cough.
Well young fella, I sure hate to ask something like this, seeing as my daddy didn’t raise me to be asking for handouts from anybody, but as it is, I’m a long way off from my family downstate, and if you-
Yes yes, I’ve heard all of this before.
I cut him off with an aloof wave of the hand. You’re a good Christian man, your daddy raised you better than this, you never wanted to take advantage of the kindness of strangers, but couldn’t I please find it in my heart to spare a few dollars to help an old crippled veteran pay for his bus fair? I have seen you deliver various versions of this speech numerous times. While I must respect your craft as an actor, I’m afraid the writing loses a little something in repeated viewings.
H-hey now! I ain’t a liar. My hand to God, son, I-
Please, spare me the theatrics.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of crumpled bills, and handed the entire pile to him.
I don’t care whether you served in any war, or if your legs work or not. I just need a bit of your time, and I’m perfectly content to pay you for it.
The man was taken aback, but gradually reached forward and took the money, seemingly expecting me to snatch it away at any moment. With some incredulity, he realized he was holding at least several hundred dollars.
What in… I can’t take all this. What is this, a trick? Somebody’s looking for this money, is that it?
No tricks, I assure you. And the money does not belong to anyone who will notice it missing. This is simply a gesture of respect from one lonely soul to another.
I… Oh, god bless you, son. Thank you so much. So, so much. You’re a good man.
I am nothing of the sort, and I resent any suggestion otherwise. Even so, I do hope this small gesture will be sufficient to initiate a mutually-beneficial friendship of sorts between the two of us.
The older man choked out another raspy laugh. Son, today you are my best friend in the whole world.
Excellent. Then I do hope you will heed this humble request from a friend. In the past, I have noticed you bringing money you’ve acquired from begging into the liquor store down the street, and surreptitiously exiting with bags containing the store’s goods.
Oh…
He sheepishly clambered to his feet, making less of an effort to conceal the bottle. Is this the part where you tell me that I need to change my path and embrace the spirit of the lord’s forgiveness or some such?
No, this is the part where I ask you to get blind drunk with me in broad daylight.
He seemed at a loss for words at my response, so I continued. I would like you to invite your friends from around the area to come and meet us in the park, go and buy as much alcohol as the proprietor will sell you, and together we’ll raise a ruckus that will wake the dead.
Hot damn. Why are you looking to do something like that?
I need to spend the night in jail, and this seems to me the most straightforward and enjoyable means to attain that end.
The man scratched his head, looked at the wad of cash in his hand, and shrugged.
Aw hell, why not? I ain’t exactly got a lot of job interviews lined up. I know some guys down the way could use a night off the street, and lord knows the mission ain’t giving them beds anymore. I gotta tell you though, it’ll have to be one hell of a ‘ruckus’ to bring the police around this neighborhood. They ain’t exactly in a big hurry to answer calls south of 25th street.
Some of them might be. Which reminds me, actually. Pardon me one moment.
As my new friend, if he could be called that, gathered up his few possessions and started down the street to put my nefarious plan into action, I took out the small black notebook I always kept in my coat pocket, flipped to the first empty page and began writing, lest I should start to forget the chain of events which drove me to this ludicrous plan in the first place.
Don’t underestimate the detective.
Chapter 1: The Detective
I felt pretty lucky to become a detective at such a young age. When my career started, I was still fresh out of school with a degree in Criminal Justice. I got a job in a precinct close to where I grew up. Watching detective dramas on TV might have set my expectations a little high as far as how exciting the day-to-day job would be. I got a badge and a gun, but for a couple of years, I was more or less a glorified secretary. I mostly handled record-keeping, preparing evidence for trials, and filing reports that my seniors didn’t want to or didn’t have time to deal with, because unlike me they actually went out and investigated active cases. I was stuck at my desk making sure all the I’s were dotted and the T’s were crossed. It was tedious business, but I guess everyone has to earn their place.
As I was doing my job, a lot of reports would come across my desk each day. A lot of them already had an arrest made by the time I got them, some were still ongoing investigations, and every once in a while I’d get the lost causes. Basically, these were cases where there were no leads left to investigate, or the crime was too insignificant to waste any more man-hours on: minor thefts, break-ins with no witnesses, and things like that. The reports would get filed away, and whoever committed the crimes would likely never be caught. I found those cases the most fascinating.
When I had some free time to spare, sometimes I would just sit and read some of those reports. As I looked them over, I would find myself trying to piece together what could have happened just for fun. I started getting a lot of weird hunches about people, their guilt or innocence. You can’t make arrests on a hunch, but that wouldn’t stop me from thinking about them, maybe too long in some cases.
I was walking to the station one morning, when I noticed a man walking a few yards in front of me. The old-fashioned bowler hat and trench coat he wore sort of stood out. Something about him gave me a weird slightly paranoid feeling, and I started following him a little more closely. As I looked at him, he turned his head and momentarily glanced back over his shoulder. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, was clean shaved, and his blue-gray eyes wouldn’t quite meet mine directly, as if hoping that I wouldn’t notice him looking at me. I was sure I’d never met him before, but that paranoid feeling grew even stronger. It was the same feeling I get when I’m looking at a case and I think I have a hunch about who did it. Detective’s intuition, I guess I would have called it, and it was throwing up a big red flag over this guy.
When I got to the street the station was on, without any hesitation, I walked right on by and kept following him. I never entertained my hunches this much, but I thought just this once couldn’t hurt. If I caught crap for being a few minutes late, I figured I could blame the construction on Central. I followed him for another two and a half blocks, when he suddenly turned and went down an alley. That definitely struck me as odd, because I knew this street, and I knew that alley was a dead end. I followed suit and turned into the alley, only to find he’d just disappeared. I was sure I saw him walk into that alley seconds before I did, and yet the alley was empty. The one door he could have escaped through didn’t open from the outside, and even if it could I was definitely close enough that I should have heard the door shut behind him. He hadn’t gone inside. He was just gone.
I turned and headed back toward the station, trying to figure out what just happened. When I gave up making sense of a guy vanishing into thin air, I began mentally kicking myself for being so impulsive and irresponsible. Even if I had any reason to suspect he was up to no good, it was stupid to just follow him like that without a plan and without backup. Nothing had happened this time, and maybe I would’ve just been stalking an innocent man, but what if I had been right, and the guy had a gun or something? The whole idea was crazy anyway. I’d barely been out from behind my desk yet, and there I was blindly following would-be suspects. I wouldn’t have even known what to do if I caught him.
Still, I kept trying to make sense of it, and why I was drawn to that guy in the first place. I thought maybe I’d just been paying attention because he looked out of place. In fact, I realized he reminded me of something I’d seen a few days earlier, in a report about a convenience store robbery.
When I got back to my desk, I took another look at that file. The report stated that about $80 worth of merchandise had disappeared from the shelves sometime in the evening. An employee had been the prime suspect, but there was no physical evidence pointing to him. Security camera footage didn’t show anyone near the area where the items had been stolen, but the employee insisted he saw a customer back there acting suspiciously a little while before the store closed for the night. He described the customer as being about 5-foot-10, early to mid 30s, and wearing an old-timey
black hat.
It wasn’t anything concrete, but I was intrigued. I eagerly got through my usual work as quickly as possible, then started looking through the active cases for any of the usual lost causes. I kept following my hunch, and as I skimmed through file after file, I started seeing a pattern. There was a steady stream of cases where money and goods were stolen with no sign of a break-in and no evidence to go on. As I kept digging, I found a few more eyewitness accounts that mentioned a man in a black hat.
For weeks, I kept compiling evidence of what I perceived to be a crime spree: a serial burglar that somehow had always avoided detection. I didn’t dare share this information with anyone at the station. I knew they’d think I was reading too much into things, that I was being obsessive. After a while, I was starting to think so myself. I even spotted him on the street a couple more times, only to watch him vanish from sight like a mirage as soon as I got closer. I started to wonder if I was chasing a ghost. For a little while I just kind of stopped snooping, but I still kept my eyes open for anything unusual.
My next break came after I got assigned a new case to help investigate. I had been putting in the hours and showing my senior officers I was competent, until finally my supervisor decided I was ready to work on active crime scenes, gathering evidence and taking statements from witnesses. I thanked him profusely for the opportunity and promised I’d do my best.
Later that day, I was in an old apartment building downtown following up on a string of burglaries. I had just taken a statement from a tenant when I caught sight of a familiar man in a black bowler hat walking down the hall. I turned to follow him. Finally, I had legitimate reason to approach him, and even in a relatively enclosed space where I might have a chance to catch him if he tried to run.
"Excuse me,