Cover by Sierra Acy
To Teri T., who is as quiet and as full of potential as Jamal
Seasons of Magick
Jamal Washington watched the crowd milling in front of the Wongs’ restaurant across the street. Most of the kids he recognized from the neighborhood or high school. Most of them were trouble only when teachers and parents weren’t looking. All of them were friends of Mark Li. Or had been.
He looked over his shoulder. “We should call the cops, Rain.” The elderly Wongs wouldn’t. It wasn’t in them to make a fuss. By the time they did, it would be too late.
At the ancient wood counter, Rain Bean looked up from her paperwork and peered over the tops of her reading glasses. Her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of the mob. “What’s going on over there?”
Jamal blinked in surprise. The owner of Morrigan’s Cauldron was usually plugged into the Greenwich Village gossip network. “You didn’t hear?”