Table of Contents
Bell Bridge Books Titles by John G. Hartness
Man in Black
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
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Bell Bridge Books Titles
by John G. Hartness
The Black Knight Chronicles
Hard Day’s Knight, Book 1
Back in Black, Book 2
Knight Moves, Book 3
Paint It Black, Book 4
In the Still of the Knight, Book 5
Man in Black
The Black Knight Chronicles
Book 6
by
John G. Hartness
Bell Bridge Books
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events or locations is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
For my father, John Robert Hartness—
I hope I can someday be half the man you’ve always been.
Chapter 1
“THIS PLACE SUCKS,” I said, looking around the marble-and-glass monstrosity that was my new office. “It feels way more Game of Thrones than any place I want to hang out. If I’m gonna be the new Master of the City, we should totally redecorate.” And the first order of business was going to be a new chair. Something leather, maybe with a back massager built in. Anything but this iron-and-wood refugee from a George R. R. Martin novel that I was sitting in.
“Yeah,” Abby agreed. “At least a throw rug or something. Of course, after tonight’s festivities the whole stone floor thing looks like a pretty good idea.”
She had a point. There was a lot of blood on the floor. Abby had left a couple pints in a puddle where she fell after I stabbed her, and I felt pretty sure that I had left at least a unit of my own strewn around the floor, windows, and ceiling. Then there was the headless corpse of Gordon Tiram, former Master Vampire of the City and former occupant of the ridiculously uncomfortable chair I was sitting in. Seriously, I thought the chunk of broken marble column Abby was perched on might hurt my ass less.
“Yeah, so what do we do about all this mess?” Abby asked.
“I dunno,” I replied. Both my usual options were kinda out the window. “In the past I’ve either called Tiram or Lilith.”
“And you just killed one of them, or I did, if we want to get technical about it.” That was Tiram, who Abby had taken out while I distracted him by running my face into his fist a lot.
“And the other one wants to rip my head off and carry it through town on the top of a flagpole.” That would be Lilith, the other supernatural criminal mastermind in town, an immortal woman of indeterminate power and spectacular attributes who once had carnal knowledge of Adam. That Adam. She’d seen some stuff, and had a chip on her shoulder the size of a continent. Lilith had been the mastermind behind my confrontation with Tiram, and when Abby killed him, she was perfectly happy to be the power behind the throne and run Tiram’s empire through Abby and the sluagh that possessed her.
I screwed up her plans by “killing” Abby in single combat and banishing the evil spirit inside her with my magical sword, which I wasn’t quite ready to come out and call Excalibur, regardless of the fact that it was a gift from the Queen of Faerie, who told me that’s what it was. Yeah, it’s been an interesting couple of years, to say the least. And topping it all off was tonight, when I became Jimmy Black, Master Vampire of Charlotte, NC. My mother would be so proud.
“Yeah, Lilith was pretty pissed when she left.”
“I think it was more than a couple centuries ago when anybody surprised Lilith like I did tonight,” I said. “That calls for a beer.”
“And where do you plan to get a beer in the middle of the night, covered in blood, at the top of a high-rise office building in downtown Charlotte?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “Maybe if I yell loud enough, a beer will just materialize. BEEEEEEERRR!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
“Any brand in particular, sir? Or should I simply bring you one of everything in the refrigerator?” A cultured voice came from behind me and to my left. I sprang off the throne, grabbing my sword, and turning to the newcomer. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Abby leap to her feet as well, picking up the concrete pillar she’d been sitting on and brandishing it as a weapon.
I stopped as I saw a slight vampire in a tailcoat standing before me. His hair was plastered back with enough pomade to hold up in a tornado, and he wore a very carefully trimmed goatee. He stood maybe five and a half feet tall and topped the scales at a buck-thirty soaking wet. His wire-rimmed glasses, wing tips polished to a blinding gloss, and, no-shit, white cotton gloves completed the ensemble of perhaps the least threatening soulless, bloodsucking monster I’d ever seen.
I leaned Excalibur against the throne and sat down. Even as tired as I was, unless this little fella was a two-thousand-year-old ninja vampire, I figured I was pretty safe. Abby obviously decided the same thing, since she put her chunk of architecture back on the floor and re-took her seat.
“Who the ever-loving hell are you, and how in the world did you sneak up on the both of us?” I asked.
“My name is William, and I have served as the personal assistant to the Master of this territory ever since the Council saw fit to establish a seat here in the Carolinas. I will guide you through the process of assuming Mr. Tiram’s leadership role in the undead community and assist you in whatever fashion you deem most suitable.”
“So you’re, like, my personal assistant?”
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�Yes.” The little guy was almost painfully stiff, and his British accent was still thick, even after all these years here in the States, but he seemed trustworthy.
“Does that make you my minion? I’ve always wanted minions.”
“Better him than me,” Abby grumbled from her seat.
“I’d never think of calling you a minion, Abby. Besides, yellow isn’t your color.”
“Not since your bitch of a vampire mommy gave me the freakin’ gift of death. Now I look like I have a liver condition whenever I try to wear yellow.”
I turned back to William. “Do I have any other minions, or is it just you?”
“Mr. Tiram had a number of employees that I helped to oversee, such as accountants, housekeepers, security personnel and the like. I am the only one of Mr. Tiram’s employees that was fully aware of the entire scope of his activities. I am also the only vampire in his employ, although there is one werewolf on the personal protection team. He doesn’t think we know. It’s quite cute, actually.”
“So . . . what do I do? As Master of the City, I mean. Do I just beat up other vampires that cross into my territory unannounced and that sort of thing?”
“You are ultimately responsible for the lives and livelihood of every creature within your territory, from human to ghoul. You are to insure that any supernatural threats against their welfare and well-being are dealt with, often with extreme prejudice. You are to make sure that the more unruly of our supernatural brethren are kept in line, and above all, you are to avoid any visibility in the mundane world.”
“What about the protection rackets, bespelling the police department, subjugating the Morlocks, and all the other disgusting things Tiram did?” I asked.
“You are a very young vampire. Mr. Tiram was a very old vampire. Your opinions on the treatment of individuals is colored by the time in which you lived. I expect that should your leadership be approved by the Council, you will be a very different Master from Mr. Tiram. I also expect that those very differences will be much of the reason that you will find it difficult to get approval from the Council to take over the vacant seat.”
“Wait, what?” I asked. “There’s no vacant seat. I’m sitting in it. Literally. See? My ass is right here on Tiram’s uncomfortable chair. Nothing to approve, I’m the boss. Right?”
“Not exactly,” the diminutive vampire said. “While you did defeat Mr. Tiram in single combat, after a fashion,” he looked at Abby, who suddenly became very interested in the tops of her shoes, “there are still certain protocols to be observed within the Vampire Council before you can be allowed dominion over an important outpost such as Charlotte. This city is a critical way station for undead travel along the Eastern seaboard, not to mention the importance of the banking community here to laundering the money for many illicit organizations. This is not the slash-and-burn days of old where might was right and sat the throne. Oh, no, sir. Territories are big business, and as such, the Council will be sending an evaluator to determine your worthiness to rule. If the evaluator decides that you are fit, then you will be appointed the Master of the City. Until then, you can live in Tiram’s apartments, access his accounts, even participate in the management of his businesses, but it will all be on a temporary basis.”
“And if this evaluator decides that I’m not fit?” I asked.
“You’ll be executed, and the Council shall appoint someone to serve as Master. Most likely the evaluator himself. That is how Tiram was granted dominion of the Carolinas territory many years ago. He was the evaluator when the last Master was slain by an upstart vampire. Tiram came in, evaluated the vampire, determined that he was not fit to rule such a large and important territory, and destroyed him. Tiram went on to rule this territory for well over a century.”
“So the Council is going to pick somebody they think would be a good Master, then send them over to see if Jimmy’s good enough? And if this evaluator thinks he’d be a better Master than Jimmy, they’ll fight for it?” Abby asked.
“Yes.” William replied.
“So any vampire with any ambition will always say that the guy in place is unfit and try to kill him,” she continued.
“So it would seem,” William said.
“Fair enough,” I said. “Evaluator gets here, I kill him, move right along.”
“Actually, that would be considered inappropriate by the Council and could result in severe reprisals,” William said with a raised finger.
“More severe than getting killed?” I asked.
“Yes,” William said, and there was no question at all in his voice that there were things much worse than death.
“Great,” I said. “I’ve always loved tests.”
Chapter 2
I LOOKED OUT over the city a few days later, wondering if this was really my new place in it—above it all, looking down like some medieval lord. I kinda wanted to bounce things off Greg, but my ex-partner and ex-best friend still wasn’t speaking to me since I let our other best friend die instead of turning him into a vampire. And I couldn’t call Sabrina Law, my—I guess now—ex-girlfriend, because she kinda decided I was nuts during the whole “assault on Gordon Tiram” thing. That left Abby to talk to, and despite the fact that we looked the same age, there were a couple decades between us, and she still looked at the world through twenty-year-old eyes. So I stood there, looking out the heavily tinted and UV-proof windows, watching the city colors turn from stone grey and asphalt black to neon and LED brilliance as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the windows.
Then my phone rang, and I turned to where it lay on Tiram’s desk to grab it. I still didn’t think of it as “my” desk, or my office, especially since there was the specter of an impending Council vamp visit, which would decide whether this was actually my office to keep. I wasn’t sure I wanted it, honestly. Running a whole city? That was a lot to lay on a guy whose biggest decision a couple weeks before centered on whether to wear the Batman T-shirt or the Green Lantern one.
I looked down at the phone display and saw a number I didn’t recognize. I slid my finger across the screen and brought it to my ear. “Jimmy Black,” I announced.
“Black, this is Lieutenant McDaniel, CMPD. Do you remember me?”
Remember him? Of course I remembered him. He was the mojo’d cop that I threw down with right before I killed Tiram. He was also my I-don’t-know-if-she’s-my-ex-girlfriend’s boss, and one of the few cops who knew much about the supernatural world, so if he was calling me, it was probably bad news for somebody.
“I remember you, Lieutenant. What can I do for you?”
“I have a case that I may need your specific expertise on. Would you be available to come down to the station and consult with me?”
I wasn’t exactly accustomed to the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department asking me to do anything, so I paused for a moment before I shook myself and answered. “Sorry about that, Lieutenant. Yes, I can come down and give you a hand. Can I get any details on the case?”
“Not over the phone. I’ll give you all the info face-to-face. How quickly can you be here?”
“Ten minutes.”
“I’ll leave word at the front desk. Just go in and ask for me.”
“Will do—” but the line was already dead. “William?” I said to the empty room.
“Yes, sir?” The assistant’s voice came from behind me seconds later.
“One of these days I’m going to find out how you do that.”
“I doubt it, sir. What can I do for you?”
“Still no word from the Council on when my hall monitor is going to get here?”
“Nothing yet, sir. But I do wish you’d take the evaluation process a little more seriously. I’m growing to enjoy your company and would hate to see you decapitated and staked out on the roof of the building to meet the sunrise.”
“That makes two of us. I have to go to the police station. Do we know where Abby is tonight?”
“I believe her words were ‘going for takeout,’ s
ir. I assume that means something to you?”
“Yeah, it means she’s hunting. I guess I’m solo on this one.” Despite being a member of a phone-obsessed generation, Abby had a bad habit of leaving her phone turned off when she was hunting. Maybe it was because everybody she used to text and tweet thought she was dead. Well, she was, but they thought that meant she couldn’t Facebook like a normal person. Little did they know.
“Yes, sir. Should I bring a car around?”
“You say that like I have more than one.”
“For the time being, you have access to Mr. Tiram’s entire fleet of automobiles which includes some truly impressive vehicles, I understand. I do not care for the machines myself.”
“Huh,” I said. “I’ll have to check out my wheels later. For now I’ll just walk it. It’s only a few blocks.”
I GOT TO POLICE headquarters in just a couple of minutes. Tiram’s building was on the north end of downtown, so I jogged the distance in less time than it would take to find a parking space and gave my name to the desk sergeant.
“Hi, Jimmy. You can follow me.” I turned to see Detective Michael Nester waiting for me. Nester looked good in his plain clothes, the result of a promotion he’d picked up working a case with me and Greg back when we were on speaking terms and Black Knight Investigations was more than just a website and an email address nobody ever checked.
I fell in behind Nester as he led me through the halls of HQ. “What’s going on, Mike?”
“I can’t really say, Jimmy. This is the lieutenant’s show, and he’ll have me back on traffic duty if I talk out of school. But I do think there’s something spooky going on, at least as far as I can tell.”
We made a couple more twists and turns, then Nester opened an unmarked door and held it open for me. I stepped through the door and came face-to-lovely-face with Detective Sabrina Law, my ex-girlfriend (I think) and the one person in Charlotte who least wanted to see me right then.
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