by H. A. Titus -
"Hey, boss." Reeder poked his head into the cramped office.
Darcy raised one groomed eyebrow. "Make it quick, Reeder."
"Look, I gotta go topside for a while. Family stuff." He hoped Darcy wouldn't ask exactly what kind of 'family stuff'. People generally got creeped out when he told them about his brother's…disease…even when Reeder didn't mention that he thought Danyel was possessed.
Darcy sighed, shuffled through the stacks of paper on his desk. He tapped his computer screen. "I don't know. I don't have many people to fill your shifts."
"Please? It's kind of an emergency." He hated how he sounded on the verge of begging.
"Is someone sick?"
"Yeah, my brother. He's not doing well at all." Not a lie. Not a whole truth, either.
Darcy sighed. "All right. And before you go—" He flicked a message at him. "One more delivery for the wizard Galileo. The sender specifically asked for you. Have fun on your trip."
Reeder glanced at the address. Galileo, Wizard's District, in the same writing as the last time. "Oh yeah. It'll be a real picnic."