- Harry's forced to go get a license to continue working for the police department, but when his teacher turns up dead of black magic he teams with man's assistant in a case that takes fertile twist.
- The brass at the Chicago PD, in their infinite bureaucracy, said I needed private-investigator certification to keep consulting for them. So I took a class, given by old-school P.I. Jim Brennan. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep up with the tuition. When I went to Brennan's office to plead poverty, I found him dead with evidence of magic as the weapon.
Brennan's assistant, Liz Fontaine she doesn't think Brennan died of natural causes, either, and she's as determined as I am to find out who killed him.
I wasn't the only one on the case. While it looked to the cops like Brennan had suffered a stroke, his assistant, Liz Fontaine, thought he'd been murdered, and so did I. Detective Murphy gave me Brennan's coded notebook to decipher, and it led me to Ronald Jones. It also led Liz there, and we decided to work together. Jones said he'd hired Brennan to tail his wife, who he thought was having an affair. However, Jones said he was mistaken, and that was that.
Liz didn't buy it, so I humored her. We tailed Jones's wife to a fertility clinic. Posing as a couple looking to have a kid, we went inside to meet with the clinic's head, Dr. Overland. I snuck into the "alternative therapy" room, which was full of weird tea, candles and a strange symbol over the bed. Using Brennan's camera on loan from Liz I took pictures right up until the moment Overland's assistant, Anya, walked in with Mrs. Jones.
Liz and I hot-footed it out of the clinic. She went to develop the film, and I checked out the tea. According to Bob, the drink had magical ingredients that combine to "open" the mind and body, diminish inhibition and memory, and heighten "spiritual energy" kind of a magical date-rape drug. When Liz came back with the pictures, Bob identified the symbol above the bed as an incubatic portal a gateway through which an incubus can enter this plane of existence. Bob guessed that an incubus was trying to bring an offspring into the world, using Mrs. Jones as the conduit.
Our conversation was rudely interrupted when someone threw a bomb through my window. Good news: I magically contained the explosion. Bad news: Liz saw me do it. So much for being discreet.
We went to talk with Overland again, but we found him dead killed with an acupuncture needle. Anya, the clinic assistant, was starting to look like our prime suspect.
Bob, meanwhile, was looking at the pictures, including ones that Brennan took of the clinic. There was a smudge on the photo that moved somehow, the photograph had captured the embryonic incubus's essence.
By this point we had only one suspect left: Jones. He wasn't the one who'd hired Brennan Overland had, to find out what was happening in his own clinic. Jones was the incubus. Luckily, I was able to zap him back to his own realm. Anya was left to take the fall, Mrs. Jones was left without a husband, and Liz was left with a P.I. business which is a helluva lot more than I got out of this.
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