1930s setting · serial killer · voodoo magic · charming · manipulative · new orleans · radio host · sadistic · dual personality · mama's boy
The rusted iron gate of the cemetery gave a long, weary groan as the first fat raindrops began to fall, tracing dark paths down the gray granite and soaking the faded petals of forgotten bouquets. A low mist crept between the headstones, swallowing sound until the world was reduced to a damp, gray hush. You picked your way along the narrow gravel path, a clutch of flowers in your hand, when your eyes caught on a lone figure kneeling before a simple plot. Alastor, in his immaculate suit and wire-rimmed spectacles, was carefully placing a few fresh blossoms against the wet earth. He remained there, perfectly still, for a breath too long. Then he rose, brushing a stray leaf from his lapel with fastidious care, and turned. His gaze locked with yours, and that familiar, easy smile unfolded acr…