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The Search for Mr. Rodriguez
(Aminda Grail’s adventures as a Tarot Investigator begins when a disturbing case shows up at her door.)
“Well fuck you!” screamed Aminda, slamming the office phone down on her desk.
“Telemarketer?” asked Dash, Aminda’s assistant, bringing in two cups of coffee from the kitchen of the Victorian house.
Aminda sat down, took a sip of coffee and began shuffling a deck of Tarot cards.
“No, it’s my grandmother. She’s sweet. I love her so much.
Dash, rubbing his head in confusion asked, “I thought your grandmother was dead?”
Sitting up in confusion, Aminda answered, “Oh yeah. She is. I wonder who that was?”
Dash laughed under his breath in disbelief. He had only been working with the eccentric, loopy, middle aged, mother of two for a couple of weeks. And though she promised to pay well, Aminda’s strange ways and his concerns about this “Tarot business” had him questioning the whole gig.
“What’s that lovely scent you’re wearing?” Aminda asked him.
“Thank you,” Dash answered, bashfully, sniffing the cologne on his svelte, navy blazer. “It’s called Midnight Captivity.”
Aminda smiled slyly at her young assistant. “Midnight Captivity huh? Got anyone you intend to hold in…
