By Chris Roberson
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I lit a cigarette and sat down on the edge of the bed, the stack from my grandfather's box in my hand. There were a few typewritten pages I couldn't quite get the meaning of, genealogies or timelines or some such, and a couple of magazines. The one on top was one of the pulp magazines I remembered seeing in my grandfather's study all those years before. The Black Hand Mysteries. With nothing better to do, I dragged an ashtray onto the bed and started to read. "The Talon's Curse" by Walter Reece (originally appeared in the September, 1939 issue of The Black Hand Mysteries) 1 The blood-curdling scream tearing across the night air told Richmond Taylor one of two things: someone had just been killed, or someone was about to be.
There was a large stack of black-and-white and color photos, handwritten pages by the dozen, and a large sheet of paper, yellowed with age and sealed in an enormous Ziploc bag. This last I held up, looking at it in the light. It was covered front and back with tiny little characters, in what might have been Hebrew, or maybe Arabic. " I asked. "Not sure," Talitha answered, "and neither was David. He said he copped it from Pierce's place when the old cracker wasn't looking. " "Why did he take it?
The FIRST DAY The phone rang insistently, again and again, and as I struggled out of a restless sleep I stared in its direction, an unfrozen caveman trying unsuccessfully to fathom the purpose of this strange, clanging thing. Finally, inspiration struck and I seized up the receiver, maneuvering it with only a hint of difficulty to my ear. Listening to the faint buzz on the line, satisfied by the sudden cessation of the ringing, I stood dumbly for a long moment, trying to remember what to do next.