logan_watcher (logan_watcher) wrote in city_limits, @ 2009-04-19 14:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan guevera |
Recognition
Though Logan traditionally had trouble getting up before 10 in the morning, being a business owner helped change his clock somewhat. That wasn’t to say he didn’t still need help in the morning – thank the Gods he had his own coffee machine – but the thought of rising at 6 a.m. wasn’t the nightmare it once was.
Taking a long swig from his thermos once he parked in the garage nears the shopping center that housed Thoth’s Library, Logan locked the door to his green Civic and headed toward the stairs leading to the garage’s exit. A posted hanging on the wall to the right of the stairwell gave the former Watcher pause, though, and he stopped in his tracks to glance at it.
Missing posters weren’t anything new in Chicago, particularly considering the large vampire population. Logan wondered if the recent re-opening of Lincoln Park had anything to do with it – sure, everyone in a position of authority said the mutants were no longer an issue, but was that really the case?
Logan wasn’t so sure.
This poster, though, held Logan’s attention. A twinge of familiarity struck the former Watcher when he first laid eyes on the picture – as if he’d seen the young woman depicted somewhere before. Reading the name and some of the relevant information made that twinge build into a scream.
Her name was Laurel, and she was a college student with an affinity for Egyptian spirituality. Logan realized where he’d seen her before; she had been a customer at his store within the last week and a half. He couldn’t remember exactly what day it was, but the former Watcher guessed it was a few days before the 10th, the date of her disappearance according to the poster.
While unsure if he had any information that would prove helpful, Logan figured he at least owed it to the police to tell them what he knew. Even if it went nowhere, he had to say something. Didn’t he?
Fishing his cell phone out of his black shoulder bag as he emerged from the parking garage, dialing the number he’d seen on the poster. Walking down the sidewalk, the former Watcher saw another poster, pausing in front of it and noting the case number.
Once the call connected, Logan began speaking, staring at the poster.
“Yes, I think I might have some information on a missing person,” he spoke into the receiver. “Case number 5789138792.
“Yes, I’ll hold.”
Studying the poster more closely as he waited, Logan was almost startled when the other end picked up again. He collected himself again as best he could.
“My name is Logan Guevera, I own Thoth’s Library … it’s a bookstore. Yes, umm … I’m not sure exactly when, but Laurel Marie Evans came to the store within the last week and a half or so.
“I wanna say the 7th, maybe the 8th? She bought an amulet and asked about whether I could order her a copy of the Egyptian Book of the Dead. I assumed it was for school; she mentioned being a student at Loyola. She said she wished they had a more focused Egyptology department.
“No, I didn’t sense anything wrong with her. Ya know, typical broke college student stuff, but that was about it.”
Logan nodded, walking into the store and rearranging a collection of incense sticks on a table to the left of the entrance. “Well, I’ll be at the store all day if one of the officers wants to talk to me. Thank you.”
Hanging up, Logan wandered behind the counter, wiggling the mouse to wake up the computer. Going through his email, the former Watcher saw a message from one of his mystical contacts in Turkey.
Logan, I found an original text of that Book of the Dead you wanted. Glyphs and all. It’ll cost you, but I think we can work something out.
-Zafer
Logan sighed, shook his head. Of course … the irony was unmistakable, and Logan didn’t really find it that comical. He shot back a quick note of thanks to Zafer, saying he’d keep in touch if he did in fact need the volume. The cost wasn’t the issue – Logan would do what he had to if it meant making sure a customer got what they wanted.
He just hoped there’d still be a customer to help.