- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
34: Back in the Swing
Things did seem to be flowing easily lately, John mused as he nodded solemnly to the Bailey. No words were exchanged as the pale figure in fluttering black robes deposited the day’s new portfolios on the corner of John’s desk and exited the office as quietly as he had entered. As he watched the dark figure glide back down the hall, John acknowledged the tense underlying energy that seemed to course through the productivity since Brigit’s return.
He was aware of the source, yet, until something happened between them – John could do nothing more than keep one eye open to it. He only hoped Seamus Flannery would eventually come to his senses and let it all go. Brigit had apologized that day in the café, although, John was sure she had not meant to be so far reaching in the apology. Seamus had been slick in his attempt to lure her into an argument of some sort. John had caught that much. He had been proud that Brigit had eluded the attempt in such a lady-like manner. Even so, John knew it would not be the last attempt Seamus would make in an attempt to cast a bad light on Brigit. He only hoped Brigit would not fall into the trap…
Brigit had resumed her assignments eagerly, reaping during the day and returning to Maggie at night. John had the sense that it might seem unfair to the other Reapers that she would be allowed to have a dual existence with the firm. It was part of their agreement, though. So long as Brigit Malone maintained the efficiency of her assignments and the priorities of the firm, John would continue to honor their agreement as long as Maggie Devon still drew mortal breath.
John set the newly delivered files at the bottom of the stack before him. He was taking his time with them these days. New recruits were still his first priority and he did not want to miss the opportunity to find another Belinda Yaris. Brigit had done well to bring the young woman on. He wanted to make sure the future members of the firm were of the same caliber.
A quiet knock at the door broke John from his thoughts. He looked up and found Brigit standing just inside it.
“I’m heading home,” she announced.
“You’ve dropped your completed assignments?”
“Belinda’s working on them now,” Brigit confirmed.
“Very good. Thank you, Brigit,” he said quietly.
“For what?”
John looked at his assistant for a long moment. There were so many things he was grateful for in regard to Brigit Malone. Finally, he smiled and simply said:
“For getting back into the swing so easily.”
35: Hearing Matilda Sing
Brigit picked up the short stack of portfolios John had left on her corner of the desk.
She had paused long enough to wish Belinda a good morning on her way to the head Reaper’s office. As she looked around the younger woman’s space, she had noticed the addition of a black leather sofa and a vase holding an overly large sunflower bloom on the small table beside it. The bright yellow of the flower’s soft petals seemed to add all the more light to the otherwise bleak room. Upon commenting on the loveliness of the sunflower, Brigit caught the notes of pride as Belinda gushed that it had been a gift from Seamus Flannery. Mama Dee had been right, after all. Belinda Yaris was in love.
Biting her tongue to keep from issuing a warning against the younger woman’s obvious infatuation, Brigit simply smiled and reiterated how lovely the flower was. Something inside her warned her to maintain her silence in regard to Seamus Flannery, if only for the sake of the peace that seemed to mask the every day operations of Reapers, Inc. Eventually, that mask would fade away. Brigit had no wish to rush that particular moment into existence.
As she walked down the hall toward John’s office, Brigit couldn’t help but revisit the fact that she still didn’t have her own office space within the firm. Seamus had his quarters assigned to him almost immediately upon joining the company. Brigit had planted Belinda in the small room she now occupied upon bringing her to the main office and even Mama Dee had an office to call her own. Brigit reminded herself to have a discussion with John regarding the situation when she returned from her assignments.
The first portfolio of the day’s assignments caused Brigit to smile. Mickey Benjamin was finally going to have his final wish fulfilled. Feeling light, Brigit made her way to the main entrance of the office as she read the address out loud: 72 St. Marks Place.
He was seated at a small table in the middle of the room, one arm resting on the table and his legs crossed at the knee in patient waiting.
Through the dim light of the morning sun that forced its way through the dust encrusted panes of glass high up on the walls, Brigit could see the trails through the dust on the floor where he had dragged the table from where it had been stored against the wall. How long he had been sitting there, she was unsure. A bottle of champagne on the table beside him indicated his preparedness for the celebration he intended to have once he heard Matilda Swenson finally sing. Almost a year had passed since the crossing of Matthew-Matilda Swenson, though. Brigit wondered if a celebration was still intended after so much time.
The echo of her boots on the club’s wooden floor caught his attention. Mickey Benjamin quickly turned to face her. Hope filled his eyes as she emerged from the shadows.
“You came back!” the young man gushed as he jumped from the chair and rushed to embrace the female Reaper. “I’ve been waiting for so long. I was afraid you had forgotten about me.”
“I’m sorry it took as long as it did, Mickey,” Brigit apologized. “I’ve been a little busy.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Mickey said as he finally released her. “You kept your promise. That’s all that counts.”
“I always keep my promises one way or another,” she replied as she caught the odor that arose from the collar of his purple silk shirt. “Have you been drinking?” Brigit asked as she glanced at the champagne bottle on the table. The cork, she noticed, was still securely attached. Yet, a distinct smell of alcohol had arisen from the young man when he had stepped back from her. She didn’t remember smelling it on him during her first encounter with him.
“What? Oh, that,” Mickey suddenly looked embarrassed. “No. I don’t drink. The night we,” he faltered, looking for the right word.
“Passed,” Brigit offered.
“That will work,” Mickey agreed. “The night we passed, Matilda and me, well, I fell down the back steps after I told Mr. Pershing that Matilda was dead. I landed in a puddle of whiskey someone had spilled at the bottom of the stairs. It’s a terrible smell, isn’t it?” The young man sniffed at the collar of his shirt and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“Mickey Benjamin, are you ready to leave this place?” Brigit asked as she withdrew his portfolio from her coat pocket. Quickly, she read the pages of his life as the door appeared to her left. On the last page, she saw the details he had just told her. His passing had been the result of a mis-step on the stairs leading to the club owner’s office. It had been an accident.
“Yes, finally, yes,” Mickey gushed as he began to run his hands nervously through his hair.
“Mickey Benjamin,” Brigit reached out and gently pulled open the door that had appeared to her left. From the other side, they heard the music and the singing of Matilda Swenson from the other side. Brigit saw Mickey’s face light up with the recognition of the voice that reached his ears.
“She’s fantastic,” he whispered in awe.
As she watched him for a second longer, Brigit realized the depth of the young man’s adoration for the drag queen she had crossed over almost a year before. She suddenly regretted not being able to return for him sooner. “I’m really, finally, going to get to see her sing,” Mickey gushed.
“Here, you’ll need this when she’s done,” Brigit said. She had fetched the champagne from the table Mickey had been sitting at and shoved it into his hands.
“Thank you, so much. You have no idea what this means to me,” Mickey said as he threw his arms around Brigit’s neck once more. The champagne bottle was pressed firmly between them as he gave her a good squeeze. Brigit smiled and pushed the young man off again, making sure he had a hold of the bottle as she did so.
“Get in there already,” she said gently. “Mickey Benjamin, may you find eternal peace.”
Brigit watched the young man enter the portal as the sound of a sultry torch song wafted through the air to her ears. Matilda Swenson did have a lovely voice. As Brigit held the door open for a few seconds after Mickey Benjamin had crossed over, it occurred to her that she had managed to catch the show at the St. Marks Club after all.