Ezekiel Jones And the Silver Coin
It was pitch black on a rare night when the moon was absent from the sky and the city of Dublin was quiet. Inside the home of a woman by the name of Kitty Allgood, a man wearing a black coat over a dark hoodie, though the hood wasn't pulled up over the man's head, as he was wearing a black baseball like cap which obstructed his face, and had on sneakers and jeans, was kneeling over the homeowner's body for several minutes as he removed the jeweled necklace from around her neck and admired its emerald before finally standing tall as he carefully tucked the valuable possession inside a small box he carried with him before placing it inside his pocket.
The killer leaned down once again as he pulled out the dagger he used to stab the poor woman through her chest with, wiped the blade clean using a handkerchief found on a table nearby, then placed it back inside his coat and took a few steps toward the door like he was attempting to leave until the door to the large room burst open and two security officers came running inside with their weapons raised high and aimed to fire at the intruder.
"Freeze!" one of the guards shouted angrily as he stole a quick glance at the body of his employer on the floor behind the man standing over her. "What… Who the hell are you? Mrs. Allgood never did anything to anyone!"
"You're wrong," the man responded coolly with an unidentifiable accent, at least to the officers, as he glared at the two men standing before him. "But that isn't why I did this. I'm afraid I don't have time to chat gentlemen. I must go. Good luck on your future employment."
The other guard cried out, "You don't have anywhere to run! Freeze!"
All of a sudden, the intruder swiftly turned his back to them as he ran full speed toward the far wall when one of the men fired his gun, but to their surprise, the killer phased right through the barrier as if the wall were water and disappeared without a trace, then the he two guards stared at the wall dumbfounded before turning to look at each other as one of them spoke up again saying, "Did you have more than one beer tonight, because I sure as hell didn't? What the hell just happened?"
"I don't know, but there's no way in hell the police are going to believe us if we tell them that Mrs. Allgood's killer got away because he can walk through solid walls and we don't have any proof," his partner answered nervously. "We should have gotten the surveillance working again."
"Yeah, well she's the only one to blame for that," the other replied coldly. "She's Scrooge when it comes to hoarding money. We're going to have to make up some kind of story to tell the police when they come, otherwise we're both going to end up wearing straightjackets."
Inside the library…
The three Librarians and their Guardian came into the Library's main room where Jenkins was waiting for them while standing over the large globe as he prepared to open their portal for their next mission. Like usual, Ezekiel was busy running his mouth and annoying Jake as he rambled on and on about how one of his great heists. Jake had shouted at the thief to shut up, while Cassandra encouraged Ezekiel to continue as she asked him question, while Eve simply smiled as she observed her charges, despite her annoyance.
As they entered, Eve called out to the Caretaker as she said, "Help me, Jenkins. You're my only hope. Please tell me we've got something to get these two to quit their bickering even if it's just for a few minutes."
Jenkins smiled at the woman and responded, "Real cute. And yes, we've got ourselves a murder. According to the clipping book, a wealthy woman in her late forties from Dublin, Ireland was killed inside her home by an intruder, who apparently broke in to steal an emerald necklace worth over two million dollars, then stabbed the woman through her chest with some kind of blade, which he, or she, didn't care to leave behind at the scene."
"Okay, so how is this our kind of problem?" Ezekiel asked as he pulled out his own mini clipping book to read over the details for himself, as did the others. "There's no mention of any strange magic being used here."
"Jones is right, but if the clipping book says that magic was used in this murder, then this is where we're going," Baird answered with confidence. "Tell me you've got the portal set for Dublin, Jenkins."
Cassandra quickly cut in as she stated, "I've always wanted to see Ireland. This is so exciting. I mean… except for the murder that is. Murder is terrible."
Ezekiel shrugged as he replied, "I've been there. It is pretty great, but I'm not exactly too keen to go back."
"Why not?" Stone asked smugly. "Nothing of worth to steal?"
"Actually, there are plenty of things I could steal if I wanted to," the younger man responded. "I just don't care to run into someone that I once knew, that's all. It doesn't matter. Let's just get out of here."
Jenkins impatiently ushered the Librarians toward the door as he spoke again saying, "That's very fascinating, but time is of the essence. I don't want to read about another murder because the four of you were too busy yapping. Get out of here and then maybe I can get some work done, and some peace."
Ezekiel patted the Caretaker on the back and wrapped his arm around him as he answered, "I hate to break it to you old man, but we'll be back to bugging you very soon, I'm sure of it. Or at the very least, we'll be calling you."
"I can hardly wait," Jenkins replied dryly. "Just go find whatever artifact is involved in this murder and stop the monster that's in possession of it. And don't get yourselves killed in the process."
"It is always good to know that you care, Jenkins," Eve said as her charges passed through the portal. "We'll try not to get into too much trouble."