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Chapter 21
by RedRightHand
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Manipulate Frank
I point a finger at Frank, my tone a commanding purr. "Look, Frank, I don't know what you're hiding about that night, but I aim to find out. I don't intend to cause any trouble for you, if there was something fishy about that night, but I need to know the truth. Frank looks at me, a mixture of relief and guilt flashing in his eyes.
He's clearly hiding something, and I can sense it. He clears his throat, fidgeting with his shirt. "I, uh, it's... my company, you see, we use undocumented migrant workers. They're cheap labor, and it's hard to find workers in this economy. We treat them well, and we pay them under the table. It's, it's not... ideal, but it's better than what they had before."
Frank's voice wavers, and he looks down, clearly not fully convinced of the justification he's offering. I give him a knowing look, a smirk still playing on my lips. I can use this, I realize, but for now, I'll keep it in my back pocket. I'm not finished with Frank, not by a long shot.
I raise an eyebrow, a sly grin gracing my lips. "Frank, the way I see it, using undocumented migrant workers for your own gain is just as sleazy as any other business practice. But I don't really give a shit about that, at least not right now. I want to know what's going on with Benicka House."
Frank's face pales, and he looks away, biting his lip. It's clear he's uneasy, and I can see the hesitation in his eyes. But then, he nods, his expression one of resignation. "Alright, Bells. There is something off about Benicka House. I've felt it for a while now, and it's been eating at me. It's like the place is alive, almost."
"Ever since that night, there've been strange noises after dark, things going missing, and some of the workers claim to have seen things. We've written it off as their imaginations getting the better of them, but it's more than that." He pauses, gathering his thoughts, then continues. Frank's voice drops to a whisper, and I can see a shadow of fear in his eyes. "It's like the darkness in that place is growing."
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Bells At Midnight
Jezebel James, Occult Detective
An urban fantasy story about Bells, a beautiful Half- Succubus and relentless occult detective and paranormal investigator.
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Updated on Feb 5, 2025
by RedRightHand
Created on Jan 23, 2025
by RedRightHand
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