Richfield & Rivers Mystery Series 2 - Stellium in Scorpio

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Authors: Andrews, Austin
kind of hotel it would be, and I told him the
hotel would be an overly sexual place, even for a hotel, with Scorpio being
ruled by Pluto, and Mars in Scorpio in the Eighth House. It would attract money
to it, perhaps money from the Underworld, another Plutonian connection. Of
course I had no idea that Mo Black had mafia connections. I was so naive, and
that amused him."
    She
pointed to the chart she had created, her finger tracing the symbols for the
six planets that had found their way into the Eighth House at that exact moment
in time. Then she fired up her laptop, plugging in numbers and data, tapping on
the keyboard and watching the planets change position on the screen, finally
announcing decidedly, "October thirty-first, Halloween, Las Vegas, three
p.m., with a new Moon, and Mars at 29 critical degrees, the day of the
groundbreaking, part of an Eighth House Stellium in Scorpio!" Callie
explained how she'd told him that kind of power, particularly in the Eighth
House, could be used for good or for evil, depending on one's intent, so he
would have to watch carefully to avoid the darker side of the hotel business.
    "He
laughed and said, 'Tell you what, Blondie, if this joint ever gets into trouble
growing up, I'll send for you.' I asked how I would know it was he, and he
smirked, 'I'll give ya a little clue,' and in a mock whisper, as if he were
saying Rosebud, he uttered, 'Stellium in Scorpio,' and then laughed,
shouting to Robert, 'Like your girlfriend, Isaacs. Very entertaining little
broad.' And then, I'll never forget it, he looked at me seriously and said
under his breath, 'That guy ain't no good for you.'"
    "Meaning
Isaacs?" I asked, and Callie nodded. "I like the guy already. Who is
he?"
    "Mo
Black," Callie said.
    "So
what's on this little torn piece of paper?"
    "Just
the Eighth House—with the Stellium in Scorpio," she said quietly.
    "Sounds
like he's trying to tell you something about the hotel. Right after I make love
to you," I said, pulling her into me, "we'll give Mo Black a call and
hear what he has to say."
    "Mo
Black is dead," Callie said.

Chapter
Four
    I
picked up the phone and explained in detail to the woman at the front desk that
I'd found a manila folder bearing a hotel logo in my suitcase and I had not put
it there, so someone had rifled my luggage. The woman apologized, but she
wasn't too concerned beyond that. After all, a manila folder hadn't ever harmed
anyone to her knowledge. I didn't tell her about the astrological chart, which
would have taken me all day to explain. I decided to wait and see if whoever
put it there would follow up. My focus was on Callie and just being as close to
her as was physically possible.
    "What
did she say?" Callie asked when I hung up the phone.
    "She
wants me to bring it down to the front desk. We'll do that later," I said,
pulling her down on the bed and kissing her, going instantly hot.
    "We'd
better do that now." Callie pulled away and slipped her jacket back on.
"We might be busy later." She kissed me again.
    "Thanks,
Elmo." I shot him a look. "Your sussing out this folder in my
suitcase has derailed my evening. Try to remember that you're a basset hound,
not a bloodhound, okay? You're cramping my style."
    Elmo
snorted as I headed out the door.
    I
bolted across the lobby and slapped the folder onto the counter at the front
desk, more out of sexual frustration than anger over my luggage being invaded.
The young woman behind the desk gave the folder the once-over and asked if
there was anything in it. I hesitated before replying that there wasn't. She
then exhibited true managerial finesse by inquiring if the folder had damaged
any of my clothes, or if the ink had rubbed off on my luggage, or if it had
caused any other issue for which she could reimburse me, thus diverting me from
the real issue of my luggage having been opened. I mentally applauded her
polished handling of my circumstance and went back to Callie with the news that
there was no news about the

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